Ficool

Roots of the Silent Sky

Noctis_Aeterna
14
chs / week
The average realized release rate over the past 30 days is 14 chs / week.
--
NOT RATINGS
223
Views
Synopsis
Beneath the stones of the Great Wall, an archaeologist uncovers a cavern older than humanity. Black roots pulse beneath the Earth, veins connecting continents, carrying memories of civilizations long forgotten. DNA anomalies link deserts, forests, glaciers, and rivers across the world. Scientists, explorers, and witnesses begin to experience visions: ancient humans embedding knowledge in spirals, carvings, and rituals. The black book appears, symbols shifting with every glance, rewriting itself with secrets only the Earth remembers. As global anomalies—magnetic storms, unexplainable tremors, sudden sandstorms, and glowing carvings—spread, five witnesses realize that the planet itself is alive, aware, and waking. From China to Peru, Siberia to the Amazon, Antarctica to the hidden corners of our world, they must uncover the truth. Every unsolved mystery, every legend, every catastrophe is connected. The roots awaken. The Earth remembers. And humanity is about to face its greatest revelation. Genre / Type Primary: Sci-Fi Mystery, Global Thriller Secondary: Adventure, Supernatural, Archeological Fantasy, Multi - POV Main Characters / POVs Kai Yun (China): Archaeologist, logical, grounded, first discovers cavern and black book Lena Sorin (Peru): Desert archeologist, intuitive, maps spirals and DNA anomalies Akio Tanaka (Siberia): Scientist, analytical, frozen roots pulse under ice, visions of past disasters Maya Rodriguez (Amazon): Explorer, connected to nature, carvings and river roots reveal Earth’s memory David Green (Antarctica): Glaciologist, finds root veins under ice, witnesses global convergence Story / Plot Overview Act 1 – Discovery: Global anomalies, roots awakening, first visions, black book appears Act 2 – Convergence: Multiple POVs experience visions simultaneously, mysteries deepen, ancient rituals revealed Act 3 – Revelation: Earth’s memory fully awakens, roots pulse globally, witnesses understand truth, global stakes climax
VIEW MORE

Chapter 1 - Chapter 1: Awakening of the Roots(Part - 1)

---

Great Wall – China / Archaeologist POV

The mist clung stubbornly to the Great Wall, curling in slow, deliberate spirals around the crumbling parapets, hiding what lay beyond in pale, gray shrouds. My boots pressed against the slick stones, each step echoing hollowly as though the walls themselves were holding their breath. Maintenance crews spoke in low tones about the collapse beneath the Wall—a cave, they said—but their words were drowned in the air itself, heavy and tinged with electricity.

I approached the jagged cavern opening. The stones had split unevenly, sharp and blackened like charred bone, and inside the shadows writhed with shapes that did not belong to any tree or plant I knew. Black roots snaked through the rubble, pulsing faintly as if the stone itself exhaled through them.

I bent closer, pressing my fingers against one of the roots. It was slick and almost soft, like living tissue. Instantly, a vibration shot up my arm—not pain, but awareness—like the root had awakened inside me. My vision fractured.

Suddenly, the world expanded beyond the cavern.

---

Global Vision Sequence – Great Wall POV

Peru: The Nazca desert stretched endlessly beneath a relentless sun. Spirals carved into sand were alive, pulsing faintly, veins of some invisible organism. The heat warped the horizon, but the spirals remained rigid, glowing faintly under the desert sun.

Siberia: Trees splintered and frozen, roots embedded deep under ice, spread like arteries. The wind carried the sharp taste of frost, but the roots thrummed with a pulse I felt through my bones.

Amazon / Brazil: Rivers wound through dense jungle, banks etched with carvings. My fingers itched as if I could feel the symbols vibrating in the air. Birds shrieked overhead, yet the sound was drowned out by a low hum.

Antarctica: Glaciers shimmered blue-white in the light, yet below the ice black roots crept like veins through the frozen expanse. The cold bit through my parka, but warmth emanated from the roots themselves, a strange life beneath the ice.

A whisper threaded through the vision, barely audible, yet undeniable: "The Earth remembers. You are the witness."

I stumbled backward, dust and small stones raining from the cavern ceiling. Workers shouted at me—voices muffled, underwater—but the pulse continued, stronger, synchronized with my heartbeat.

At the center of the cavern, a stone pedestal had appeared overnight, holding a black leather-bound book. Its surface was scuffed and old, but symbols shimmered across the pages, morphing fluidly through languages I had never learned yet somehow comprehended.

I reached for the book. The cavern darkened unnaturally, shadows stretching along the walls, alive and moving. The hum rose, vibrating through every bone in my body. And then—

Everything went black.

---

Nazca Desert – Peru / Lena Sorin POV

The sun scorched my skin mercilessly. Sand slipped between my fingers, fine and warm, as I traced the largest spiral in the desert. The spiral pulsed faintly beneath my touch, almost alive. Each grain of sand hummed with a subtle vibration that I could feel more than hear.

"Lena… look at this." Diego's voice snapped me back. His hand hovered over a scanner, but the numbers on the screen didn't capture what my body was feeling—the rhythm, the pulse, the heartbeat of the desert itself.

I leaned closer. The spiral veins extended deeper than the eye could see. And then my vision fractured.

Great Wall: Shadows in a cavern pulsing with black roots, a floating black book on a pedestal.

Siberia: Frozen forest, shattered trees, roots embedded beneath ice.

Amazon: Maya Rodriguez tracing carvings along riverbanks, her hands trembling with resonance.

I dropped to my knees in the sand, gasping. The wind whipped against my face, but the vision persisted. My journal lay open beside me. I scribbled spirals, roots, lines connecting continents, desperate to record what I felt.

Each line pulsed faintly as I drew it, like the Earth itself was guiding my hand. Something ancient was waking, reaching through the sands, through stone, through ice, through rivers… and it was calling.

---

Tunguska – Siberia / Akio POV

Snow crunched under my boots. The forest stretched endlessly, trees shattered and frozen in jagged arcs. Roots, black and thick, threaded beneath the ice like veins. Instruments in my hands measured magnetic pulses, but they were nothing compared to the tremor I felt in my chest, the vibration in my bones.

I knelt and brushed frost from a thick root. A shock ran through my fingers, echoing through my arms, and suddenly I was elsewhere.

Peru: the spirals pulsing under Lena's fingers, heat rippling the air around her.

China: cavern with black roots, book floating on a pedestal, shadows alive.

Amazon: riverbanks vibrating under Maya's touch, carvings glowing faintly.

The Earth's memory was alive, connecting continents, disasters, civilizations, everything. My journal trembled in my hands as I scribbled furiously. I could see the veins of roots stretching like a giant organism spanning the globe.

---

Amazon – Brazil / Maya Rodriguez POV

River mist coated my arms. Humidity clung to my skin. Birds cried overhead. Leaves shivered, though there was no wind. I traced carvings along the riverbank, patterns centuries old. The roots beneath them pulsed faintly, a rhythm that matched my heartbeat.

Then the vision came. Suddenly, Siberia's frozen forest appeared, then the Nazca Desert, then the cavern beneath the Great Wall. Each pulse, each hum connected the threads of continents, cultures, humans past and present.

I sketched furiously in my notebook, noting spirals, roots, carvings, connecting threads. The hum intensified. The Earth remembered. And it wanted us to see.

---

Antarctica – David Green POV

Ice cracked under my boots. Buried under kilometers of glacier, black roots threaded through frozen ice. DNA samples confirmed what I feared: fragments matched roots across China, Peru, Siberia, and Brazil.

A pulse ran through the glacier, vibrating through my legs, my arms, my chest. And then the vision came: deserts, forests, rivers, caverns—all connected in a living network older than humanity.

I shivered despite the warmth of my parka. The roots were alive. They were aware. And they were waking.

---

Across continents, each of us felt the same pulse, the same hum, the same heartbeat.

In China, the black book's pages shifted, symbols rewriting themselves.

In Peru, spirals glimmered beneath the sun.

In Siberia, frozen roots pulsed under the ice.

In Amazon, carvings shimmered in mist.

In Antarctica, roots threaded beneath glaciers like veins of obsidian.

Somewhere, unseen, shadows moved. Watching. Waiting.

The Earth remembered. And we were its witnesses.