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Roots of the Silent Sky

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
Kaelin_Valtorius · 8k Views

Vortex of Dominion: Humanity's Last Stand

In the cycle 3163, far into the interstellar Era where humans use neural technology, humankind is oppressed with existential threats from the appearing vortexes. Once rulers of countless worlds, the human dominion has fallen apart, leaving only a shaky outpost called The New Facility, the last echo of a broken empire, of humanity. Beyond its borders, space itself has gone wild. Vortexes tear through the skies, temporal rains fall from a different timeline, climate conditions become unpredictable, and gravity suddenly distorts, throwing populations into peril and devastation. After years of harrowing survival, humankind learned to counter these unnatural forces after an encounter with the Vortex System, a system of unknown origin which was found inside the vortexes after the first humans entered them. The surviving ones came back to the real world, but not as humans anymore. They became powerful beings, "falling upwards" along the path of neural unlock, and forging their bodies and sense of being into surreal entities, becoming Unbounds. When a cadet named Bale witnesses a colossal eye 'staring' at him from a different dimension, his fate begins to unravel. Soon after, he discovers that his purpose is more than he ever hopes for. As humanity clings to survival, Bale’s awakening will test the meaning of being human itself. Between cosmic horrors, neural evolution, and the slow decay of mankind, one question remains: When humanity faces extinction, who decides what remains human?
Shins_ · 16.7k Views

The Chosen One: Necromancer with the Strongest Trait

That day was supposed to be mediocre. I woke up thinking it was finally my time to carve out my own life. I didn’t wish for anything godly or broken, just something good enough to live a comfortable and honest life. I never expected to awaken anything remarkable, certainly nothing that could compare to the gifts of geniuses from noble or influential families. After all, I was just an orphan, a nobody with nothing to show. I went to the Awakening Ceremony fully prepared to receive a mediocre profession. As for awakening a Trait… I never even considered it possible for someone like me. That’s how it should have been. I stood before the Awakening Crystal, my palm resting lightly against its cool surface. The moment I touched it, a surge of spiritual energy rushed through my body, making my heart pound and my thoughts blur. The sensation was surreal, almost euphoric. And then, a voice echoed within me: [You called to the forgotten souls, and their whispering chorus answered.] [The dead shall heed your call, and the silence of souls shall respond to your will.] [The fallen shall rise once again.] [You have awakened the Unique Profession: Necromancer.] That was the day all my beliefs came crashing down. The day that marked the beginning of my unstoppable rise toward invincibility. The day I took my first step toward domination, for I would trample any and all beneath my unattainable and absolute power. For I possessed the strongest Trait of all. The stronger I became, the more truths of the universe I unveiled, truths about who I was and what I was meant to become. And with every step, it grew clearer. I wasn't a Human. I wasn't a villain and certainly not a hero. I was something superior. I was the Chosen One.
RebornXUndead · 11.5k Views

Pawns : Rise Against the Strings

What if the thoughts in your head aren't actually yours? Picture this: someone's losing their mind trying to save the person they love most. There's a voice on the phone—cold, synthetic, playing games. Riddles with impossible answers. A countdown ticking toward something unthinkable. They're racing through traffic, heart pounding, memories surfacing like shrapnel. Every decision feels urgent. Every emotion feels real. But here's the thing that'll keep you up at night: None of it was supposed to work. The riddles? Designed to have no right answer. The call? Never meant to save anyone. The choices? An illusion wrapped in desperation. And that voice on the other end—the one pulling strings with such cruel precision? They have no idea someone's pulling theirs too. See, while our victim is breaking down, convinced their panic is their own, and while the tormentor is getting off on their power, drunk on control... There's someone else. Sitting in a dark office. Watching both of them on different screens. Smiling at how perfectly the pieces are moving. The victim can't see their strings. The tormentor can't feel the hand moving them. And that's the whole point. This is a story about control so deep it controls the controllers. About how every emotion you think is genuine—love, fear, guilt, even the sick thrill of having power over someone—might just be responses someone programmed into you before you even knew you existed. About the possibility that free will is just a story we tell ourselves while we follow invisible scripts. One person thinks they're fighting for survival. Another thinks they're the puppet master. But both are dancing. And neither of them chose the music. Because real control doesn't look like chains. It looks like freedom. It feels like choice. It sounds like your own voice in your head. Until you realize it was never yours at all.
Anvata_Fableseed · 304 Views