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the horizon's secret (8)

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By andor rosenPublished 2 years ago • 1 min read
the horizon's secret (8)
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Images flashed in Elara’s mind—destruction, chaos, and the remnants of a civilization that had faced annihilation. A voice echoed, though no words were spoken, conveying a single thought: Protect. The crew stumbled backward, hearts racing.

“They want to protect their home,” Theo interpreted, his voice barely above a whisper. “But what are they protecting it from?”The cloaked beings surrounded them, the hum intensifying. Elara felt the weight of their presence, an overwhelming sense of dread mingled with a plea for understanding.

Suddenly, the vision shifted, revealing Earth—a planet vibrant with life, but under threat from its own inhabitants. “They know about us,” Dr. Park gasped.

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