I stand at the threshold of the [Hollow] Rough Machining Center, watching as the mist parts before me like reluctant curtains. It's 2025, and the world of Zenless Zone Zero continues to unfold its mysteries to those who dare to explore. This place—this forgotten industrial graveyard—has become my obsession since the Me and Qian Suibian Temple Restoration Commission began.
The Hollow's Embrace
There's something poetic about abandoned machinery, isn't there? The way rust claims metal like autumn claims leaves. I've spent countless hours mapping the Mini Cargo Trucks, Supply Collection Points, and precious Lumite Ore that lie scattered throughout this mechanical labyrinth.
I discovered that revealing all collectible locations becomes possible when you commune with the Observe Singularity northwest of the Processing Platform Fissure Beacon. The singularity whispers locations like secrets, mapping them across my consciousness with ethereal precision.
The Dance of Collection
My journey begins anew each time at the Processing Platform Fissure Beacon. I travel north, then west, descending northern stairs that creak beneath my weight. After dispatching the lurking shadows with my team, I find solace behind stacked boxes where the first Mini Cargo Truck rests, waiting to be claimed.
How many have walked this path before me? How many will follow?
The western road stretches before me like a poem unwritten, ending at a precipice where, turning north, I find another Cargo Truck nestled like a forgotten toy.
Confronting the Miasma
The third truck requires me to dance with danger—enemies lurk in shadows, their eyes reflecting the dim industrial light. I've learned to move with purpose, my team at the ready. The western stairs lead to treasure, but also to conflict.
Sometimes I wonder if these machines remember their purpose, or if they, like me, have found new meaning in this strange existence.
The fifth truck presents a unique challenge: a Miasma Tumor blocks my path, pulsing with malevolent energy. I've become adept at hunting the Miasma Nodes that power it, destroying them with practiced precision before approaching the tumor itself. My skills tear through its defenses like poetry through silence.
The Guardians and Puzzles
The Corrupted Matter guarding the sixth truck has become a familiar adversary. I search for its weak points, exploiting them with tactical precision. There's beauty in this destruction—a liberation of what lies beyond.
The Wandererboo presents riddles that test more than combat prowess. I've learned to choose "Devilboo!" when questioned, though failure means combat. My team stands ready, their abilities complementing mine in a symphony of tactical execution.
Isn't it curious how we find ourselves tested in the most unexpected ways?
Bridges Between Worlds
The Ether Tuning puzzle in the northeastern corner has become a meditation. I extend the bridge between worlds, connecting what was separated. This metaphor isn't lost on me as I cross to claim the eighth Mini Cargo.
The journey continues rhythmically:
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South from the bridge
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West past the glowing fissures
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North through the narrow corridor
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East along the fractured floor
The First Floor Plaza
The First Floor Plaza Fissure Beacon serves as another beginning. Teleporting there, I open boxes containing Polychrome that shimmers like captured rainbows.
The northeastern hallway guards the eleventh truck behind enemies whose patterns I've memorized like favorite verses. They fall, and the treasure is mine.
The Miasmic Field Challenge
The twelfth truck requires finesse—positioned beside a Miasmic Field, it requires my Revelation skill to retrieve from behind unstable structures. This same process reveals the boss's weak points, which I track by following the Miasma Flow like tracing veins on a leaf.
When the boss falls and the Miasma Zone clears, I feel a sense of accomplishment that transcends the digital boundaries of this world.
Resources of the Hollow
The Supply Collection Point northwest of the Processing Platform Fissure Beacon yields 200 Lumite Ores—a bounty that feels like poetry in my inventory.
Throughout the Hollow Rough Machining Center, wooden crates of Lumite Ore wait to be discovered. I gather them like precious words, knowing they'll transform into resources for the Suibian Temple Restoration when exchanged at Good Goods.
My Reflection in the Hollow
As 2025 unfolds, I find myself returning to the Hollow, drawn by something beyond collectibles and resources. Perhaps it's the way abandoned places hold stories, or how reclaiming them feels like reclaiming pieces of ourselves.
I wonder what this place will become as more explorers map its secrets. Will it remain this poetic wasteland of machinery and miasma, or will it transform into something new entirely?
And isn't that the beauty of Zenless Zone Zero—that it continues to evolve, to surprise us even as we think we've mastered its secrets?
I'll continue my dance through the Hollow Rough Machining Center, collecting what others have forgotten, finding meaning in the abandoned. After all, aren't we all just collecting pieces of worlds to make sense of our own?
Future Whispers
As I stand at the highest point of the Machining Center, watching digital sunset colors play across rusted metal, I imagine what 2026 might bring to this place. Perhaps new areas will open, revealing deeper industrial secrets. Maybe the Miasma will recede further, allowing us to restore more of what was lost.
I hope to see the Suibian Temple fully restored, standing as testament to our collective persistence. But part of me will miss these expeditions through the Hollow—these moments of discovery and danger that have become my meditation.
Whatever comes, I'll be here, moving through the Hollow like a ghost, collecting what remains, and finding poetry in the forgotten corners of Zenless Zone Zero.