Arthur set the timer for six hours, stepped onto the porch, and locked the door. Through the window, he watched the machine hum to life. A faint, violet glow pulsed from its vents. Almost immediately, the air inside began to shimmer.
When he returned, the silence of the house felt different. It wasn't just quiet; it was hollow.
He realized then that the "ozone" hadn't just scrubbed the air. It had scrubbed the history. The generator hadn't just cleaned the room; it had hungry lungs, and it had inhaled everything that made the house a home.
Open all windows for at least 30 minutes after use.
He stood in the center of the sterile, scentless void, finally understanding the warning. Oxidization wasn't just a process. It was an eviction. 💡