Scene 1 It smells like… time down here. Not just damp earth or rot, but something older. A primal scent that’s been waiting in the dark for a millennium. I’m recording this at the bottom of the scar somewhere in the anomaly. In my mind, it's called the Necropolis Gully . My helmet is trying to map it—casting these sterile, digital grids over the moss and the stone—but the data doesn’t make sense. It’s glitching. It’s shuddering against the reality of this place. I don't know why I'm here, looking at ruins. Just... debris. But in the ruins, I found the ghosts of a future that never happened. I was walking over shards of polymerised memories . This was once a city. It was meant to be the heart of a new world that... simply stopped. It wasn't an engineering failure. It was a failure of existence. Holding that slate, I felt this... weight. The grief of the architect. The "wounds of unbuilt dreams." I realised then that this isn't a graveyard for people. It’...
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Between Peaks and Valleys: A Journey Within
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We march forward.
We march forward.
Each step stirs dust into the air—still, unmoving, heavy air.
Our silhouettes stretch long, etched across twilight mountains.
The sun—neither fully risen nor set—pauses, and hovers.
A witness. A silent guardian. Beginnings and endings, both here and distant.
Between peaks, between valleys, we walk.
We move together, but alone. Each of us.
Each step is ours, yet shared.
No words, no destination. No destination is spoken aloud.
We are suspended. Suspended in transit,
where time unravels, where place dissolves, where movement lingers, without end.
This space—this space between past and future—
This is the place. This is the sacred space.
Each step is an act of faith. Each step is a leap into the unknown.
The mountain pulls at us—its shadow reaching, grasping, holding.
But light pulls, too. Light on the horizon, a promise. A call we cannot ignore.
The burden we carry is more than we thought.
It is more than weight. It is more than distance.
Unanswered questions. Deferred dreams. The hope—hope of arrival.
Courage leads us forward. Our courage.
A beacon in the twilight. We move forward. We must move forward.
Step by step. Together. But alone.
We climb the ridges of possibility.
We descend into valleys of doubt.
And each step—each step—is a silent mantra:
Keep moving. Keep moving. This, too, is part of becoming.
The journey is not through mountains alone.
It is not across valleys alone.
The journey is within. The journey is through us—shifting, moulding,
changing, just as the terrain shifts and moulds beneath us.
At this threshold, we are neither lost nor found.
We are becoming.
We walk in the in-between. Here, in the middle of it all.
And so we walk. And so we walk. Not toward a place,
but toward becoming.
Each step whispers, “Here we are. Here we are. In the middle.
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