Insect Prison Remake Save -

I arrived at the compound just after dusk, when the lamps along the perimeter hummed like oversized fireflies. The structure itself crouched in the center of a clearing 窶� a lattice of rusted iron and warped glass that had once been a greenhouse. Now it was a prison for things that didn't belong in cages: beetles the size of palms, a handful of moths whose wings shimmered with iridescence, a cricket choir that sang from behind a concrete wall. This is where the remake had begun 窶� a salvage project turned preservation effort 窶� and where I was to log the save.