The concept of the memory vault itself is creative, this idea of preserving imperfect human memories to try to understand the irrational parts of the psyche. The building loomed like a giant beast, all cold concrete lines and yawning entryways that threatened to swallow visitors whole. Andrea shuffled from foot to foot, trying not to get trampled by the frenzied crowd pressing against the wrought iron gates. This mysterious place, promised.
I like the way you lean into the sinister aspect of the story. Your imagination works overtime (as mine does!)
Thanks very much for reading and commenting :)