Oblivion!
A place not of death, but of forgetting. A place where memories fade, where the names of gods and men dissolve. A silence so absolute, even time dare not speak.
How long have I been here?
Have I always been here?
What is my purpose?
I can't remember.
Perhaps I was once like you—clinging to purpose, as though meaning could hold back the dark. But here, even purpose erodes.
No... I had a purpose, a reason. There had to be.
Wait...
I remember now. I came to warn you.
About something I created.
The God Seed.
I no longer remember what it does, or why I made it—only that the seed has been planted. And soon, it will awaken. When it does… the world will remember what I have forgotten.
Beware the child who dreams and sees,
For in his heart I plant the tree.
The roots will drink, the branches spread,
Till all is silent, all is dead.
Beware the end that cannot be stopped.
One world must die so another may live.
The countdown has begun.
The end will come—yet rejoice, for a new life will sprout.
Will my voice find you, dreamer boy?
Or will it be lost, just like your world.
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Clink! Clink! The sound of a pickaxe striking hard against a rock could be heard echoing from the darkness, the sound continues until there is a sudden Crack! allowing only a handful of light slip in from the other side.
The mining sound persisted until the wall came barrelling down. Dust rose to fill the air, thick and choking, as we see silhouette of miners standing on the other side.
They had their standard equipment on the ready—Pickaxe, miner helmet, backpack and other utilities. But as the dust clears out, they're left stunned and speechless, unable to utters a word as they stare dead at a mystery that laid unseen by the other side.
A while later, we see a white helicopter marked with light blue stripes along it's sides and tail, soring across the sky of an island—Samothrace Island— and within the chopper, we find two federal agents seated. One a female, dressed in a tailored black suit that hugged her frame. Her crisp white shirt contrasted sharply beneath the blazer, and a slim, dark tie to complete the ensemble. Her brunette hair was styled in a sharp, professional bob as she stares into her data pad.
Seated across from her was Agent Caleb Voss, the commanding federal agent leading the operation. Dressed in a sleek, tactical black suit with a neural comm-link embedded at his temple, he sat in silence, one hand resting beneath his chin.
"What do you make of this Agent Lena Rourke?" He asked, keeping a straight posture.
"If what we're seeing here is true, its really hard to say anything for certain. However, we could be looking at the end of the world kind of ordeal." She explained, motioning to her data pad.
"I see…Well then, shall we check it out." He replied, as we're taken outside the chopper to get a view of it descending to land, headed for an helipad just up ahead.
Lead by other federal agents who were already at the scenes, they soon arrived at the tunnel leading to a monastery buried underground. However the monastery wasn't the big deal, it was what stood after it.
The world looked broken, like someone had smashed a mirror and scattered the pieces into space. Chunks of rock and dust floated freely, no longer held by gravity. It was as if the Earth had been split in two — one half swallowed by chaos, the other still clinging to what little peace it had left. But the chaos was creeping forward, slow and steady, and the monastery was right in its way. Something about the monastery was keeping the chaos at bay but not for long.
"To think I was hoping for a quiet week, looks like we got the end of the world to worry about." Agent Caleb Voss said with a grim face.
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