The Aelthar Rift

We never had to go deeper than the black mantle. We knew that, The geologists, the experts, warned us, even the dreams of the workers who woke up drenched in sweat and with phrases that weren't their own. The subsoil of Aelthar was full of minerals that didn't match anything on the periodic table, and

A crack appeared in the ground, but it wasn't just a simple crack in the ground. It was a cut, an opening that showed nothing but a hint of something mysterious. And, oh boy, the sensors just couldn't keep up with the Teh Teh guys who came back.

They had a unique vibe: their cameras were off, they had these huge eyes, and they seemed to avoid the Rivas stars. He started carving symbols on the walls of the rest module.

The crack began to expand inward, as if space were tilting over i, The laws of physics began to loosen. Time slipped like oil through his fingers.

The eerie whispers of the vanished echoed across the sea, yet their actual bodies remained a puzzle. And at night, we all dreamt of a submerged city, with no water in sight, where these strange beings played melodies that truly grated on our ears.

It wasn't just a crack; it was a true turning point, a gateway to a place we're not meant to discuss, a place that holds no grudge against us, because holding a grudge requires a conscience. It's older than words and larger than the cosmos, especially now that we...

If you're reading this, it's too late.