Two high-power variable frequency wave generators were activated instantly at diagonal positions.
The once calm surface of the salt water was immediately torn apart by the enormous force.
Strong underwater currents were generated, and they violently collided in the central area of the rock pile.
White waves were tossed high into the air, crashing against the surrounding pool walls with a crisp, cracking sound.
The water was continuously pushed up, past the high tide line, and submerged the highest rocks.
Three seconds later, the wave generator automatically reduced its frequency, and the water flow quickly receded, revealing the wet top of the rock.
A miniature, man-made tide is perfectly recreated indoors.
Splash. Splash.
The sound of water crashing against the rocks, carrying a vast and desolate quality, echoed within the enclosed exhibition hall.
The chiller unit started operating, rapidly lowering the temperature.
Water vapor condenses into tiny white droplets in the air.
[Constant temperature, high salinity, live water circulation activated]
[Successful docking of the micro-communities of aerobic and anaerobic bacteria at the bottom layer.]
[Physics-based tidal engine intervention.]
A large-scale, miniature marine ecological cycle is taking shape...
A dazzling blue light burst forth from the system panel at the bottom of the field of vision.
[ Crafting Module Derivative Branch - Ecological Landscaping Experience Points Significantly Increased!]
[System-determined item output: Northern Miniature Tide Pool (Phase 1)]
[Current Quality: Perfect.]
The Hidden Attribute slowly appeared at the bottom of the panel.
[Triggers exclusive passive effect: Deep-Sea Salt Mist.]
[Effect Description: Within this ecological area, the surging water continuously releases high-purity marine negative oxygen ions and trace amounts of salt. The air in the area possesses extremely strong bactericidal and anti-inflammatory properties. Long-term inhalation can thoroughly cleanse deep-seated stale air from the respiratory tract and soothe tense nerves.]
A strong, salty, fishy smell, mixed with a pure, icy chill, instantly enveloped the entire space.
Matt stood two meters away, his broad chest suddenly bulging.
The old foreman spends most of his time on dusty construction sites, and he always feels a heavy, phlegm-like sensation in his bronchi.
He inhaled a breath of cold salt mist, and a cool and extremely clear feeling immediately came from deep within his lungs.
He opened his mouth, and even tasted a faint saltiness on the tip of his tongue.
Ben dropped the blueprints in his hand and strode to the edge of the tidal pool.
The big guy took a deep breath of the surrounding air, his nostrils twitching rapidly.
"Sea breeze..."
Ben's voice trembled.
This is the taste of the sea in winter.
He stared at the churning water, his hands unconsciously gripping the rough hem of his clothes.
There is no pungent formaldehyde smell, and no unpleasant odor from chemical paints.
This is a real polar sea area that has been cut off and placed inside a building.
This sea area is now empty, containing only water and rocks, but it already exudes a wild and oppressive aura that devours everything.
Su Wei wiped away the cold water droplets that had splashed on his forehead, his fingertips brushing against his brow bone.
"The water pump and temperature control system are set to automatic mode, running continuously for 24 hours a day."
Su Wei's voice drowned out the sound of the waves crashing.
He turned and walked to the workbench, rolling up the architectural drawing whose edges were already damp with water droplets.
Matt straightened up, patting his trouser legs.
"Boss, the basic cycle test on the first floor has passed."
The old foreman's voice was filled with complete obedience.
What are we going to do tomorrow?
Su Wei stuffed the blueprints into the side pocket of his waterproof pack.
"Evacuate the first floor and move all construction equipment out."
Su Wei picked up the pack and slung it over his shoulder.
Tactical boots clattered steadily on the gray concrete.
He walked all the way to the huge basalt fireplace.
I placed my hands on the temporary steel staircase handrail leading to the second-floor atrium.
Su Wei raised his head.
The cedar beams at the top crisscross in the darkness, presenting a robust industrial skeletal structure.
There was an absolutely blank space that occupied 150 square meters.
There was no water tank, no soil, only cold, solid load-bearing steel plates.
"Starting tomorrow, construct the second-layer Woodland Base."
He released the armrest and turned to look at Matt.
"We need a lot of cedar logs and humus to get those two small cranes, each with a capacity of two tons, up there."
Matt nodded emphatically, offering no objections.
The Moss River Valley and tidal pool on the first floor had convinced him.
The night was deep.
The museum's main entrance was locked again.
The wind and snow continued to rage outside.
Su Wei traversed the dark frozen earth and pushed open the solid wood door of the territory's wooden cabin.
The embers in the fireplace emitted a dim, orange-red glow.
A white shadow darted out from the shadows under the sofa.
Cotton Candy slipped on the floor, and using all four limbs, stumbled and fell towards Su Wei's snow boots.
It sniffed upwards along the trouser leg, its fluffy tail sweeping rapidly behind it.
Su Wei took off his polar cold-weather suit, which was stained with the fishy smell of seawater.
He crouched down and placed his right palm on the top of the Cotton Candy's head.
I ran my fingers through the soft white velvet and combed it down the spine.
The little fox purred contentedly, then rolled over onto the floor, revealing its pink belly.
The phone screen in my pocket lit up.
Su Wei took out his phone.
An unread message is displayed on the lock screen.
Flight confirmed. Landing at Kodiak Airport tomorrow at noon. Please bring hot coffee for the pick-up. Academic Advisor, Emily.
Su Wei tossed his phone onto the long wooden table.
In the kitchen cabinet, a complete set of carving knives and spraying equipment used for miniature landscaping lay quietly in a wooden box.
The resilience of plants in forest areas and the construction of miniature cliffs are far more complex than the water cycle on the first floor.
He needs to do more preparation.
He walked to the refrigerator and took out a frozen piece of meat with bone in it.
Wrist rotation.
The chef's knife cuts along the connective tissue at the edge of the meat piece.
Cotton Candy was already squatting on the bar stool, her blue eyes fixed on the raw meat on the cutting board, impatiently stomping her feet on the solid wood countertop.
Su Wei tossed the chopped meat into a small stainless steel bowl and carried it to a corner.
He leaned against the edge of the kitchen counter, watching the little fox wolf down its food.
The second-floor sky ecosystem, which houses herds of deer and Raptor, requires a physical framework that overcomes the limitations of gravity.
The collected dead tree trunks and polar rocks will be pieced together on a suspended load-bearing slab to create a real forest corridor.
He turned around and pulled out another brand new blank drawing sheet, laying it flat on the island platform.
The tip of the red marker is pressed against the paper.