Lyra's footsteps echoed in her mind as though she were starring in the dramatic soundtrack of a low-budget thriller. Every creak of her boots pulled a sigh of frustration from her.
"Great. What do we have here? A cursed cave or the entrance to the circus of horrors? All we're missing is the ticket booth."
"If it were a circus, I'd at least expect a tent and terrifying clowns," Lugh interjected with his calm tone, though slightly tinged with irony. "Though, given our circumstances, I wouldn't rule out the second option."
Lyra huffed, trying to ignore the chill creeping up her spine. But she wasn't alone. A low murmur, like a distant whisper, slithered along the walls of the cave. She stopped dead in her tracks, twisting her head in an attempt to catch the source.
"Hello? If there's a giant bloodthirsty monster, now would be a good time to let me know. I don't want to be disappointed later."
"Maybe it's a natural acoustic effect. Or maybe not," Lugh added with disconcerting calmness. "Do you want me to activate any combat protocols?"
"No, thanks. I'd rather save the ammo for something more convincing than a creepy breeze."
Nothing responded, except the mocking echo of her voice, which seemed to multiply in the shadows.
"Perfect. The typical movie scenario: smart girl goes into a creepy place alone. Nothing can go wrong, right?"
"I must say, your strategic analysis leaves much to be desired," Lugh replied softly. "Though, you're right—statistically speaking, your chances aren't the best."
Lyra muttered something inaudible as she kept moving forward. Suddenly, something cracked beneath her boot. She looked down and saw a rock split in two, covered in strange symbols that pulsed with a faint bluish light.
"What the hell...?"
She crouched, examining the symbols more closely. Frowning, puzzled.
"What kind of prehistoric graffiti is this? Where's the instruction manual when you need it?"
"That, dear Lyra, appears to be an ancient language. Though I can't fully identify it, I can try to decode it. If you give me a few seconds..."
"Sure, take your time. It's not like we're in a dark, creepy cave, surrounded by who-knows-what creatures."
"Your sarcasm has been recorded, but it doesn't affect my processing capabilities. Decoding now."
Lyra let out a nervous laugh but didn't take her eyes off the symbols, while the distant murmur continued slithering along the walls, as if something were listening.
A louder murmur arose, this time around her, as if the cave itself were whispering directly into her ear. Lyra straightened suddenly, her eyes scanning the walls.
Silence answered once again, oppressive, heavy. Lyra sighed and moved on.
In the distance, the shadows began to move, as though the very air vibrated with life. Lyra frowned, pausing for a moment.
She approached what appeared to be the ruins of an ancient civilization. Huge columns rose toward the cave ceiling, covered with more symbols and grotesque figures. The eyes of the sculptures seemed to follow her as she walked.
Suddenly, a low, guttural sound broke the silence behind her. Lyra spun quickly, raising the lantern to pierce the darkness. Her muscles tensed, ready to react, but there was nothing there. Just the imposing stillness of the cave.
"Ah, of course, the old spooky noise trick," she muttered aloud, more to herself than to Lugh. "Very original. I'm already shaking."
"Do you want me to register 'shaking' as a new emotional state?" Lugh intervened in his usual calm tone, though with a slight hint of mockery.
"Of course not. But you can register 'tired of creepy caves.'"
"Already noted. Though I must say, I can't help but notice that your stress levels have increased by 12%."
Lyra frowned, ignoring the comment as she continued forward. As her steps carried her deeper, the murmurs began to intensify, forming an almost musical pattern that seemed to filter into the corners of her mind.
"Great, now the cave has a soundtrack. What's next? A fog machine to complete the immersive experience?"
"If I may suggest a shift in priorities, perhaps focusing on identifying the source of the murmurs would be more productive than analyzing their value as atmosphere."
"Thanks for the suggestion, Lugh. Super helpful."
She closed her eyes for a moment and shook her head, trying to clear the strange sensations that were starting to settle in her chest. The air felt denser, charged with an energy that made her skin crawl. Finally, she reached the center of the ruins.
An ethereal light pulsed like a distant heart, illuminating a vast space that seemed to breathe with life of its own. Lyra stared at it, her eyes capturing the hypnotic movement of that energy. Fascination and caution mixed in her mind as she took another step forward.
"Lyra, I'm detecting high levels of radiation in that area," Lugh announced in a tone deeper than usual. "I don't have enough data to predict its effect on an organism like yours."
"Perfect. Because, what would my life be without a little deadly danger?"
She stopped dead in her tracks. Her eyes fixed on a corner of the rock that, at first glance, seemed like an ordinary, insignificant crack. But the faint light from the reddish clouds fell on it in a strange way, making it glow, as if inviting her to come closer.
"Lugh... this isn't just any crack, is it?"
"Correct. It seems to be a hidden entrance. The readings indicate a material different from the surrounding rock. Also, there are traces of recent energy activity."
Lyra leaned slightly, studying the crack covered in dust and ancient moss. Something about it seemed to almost whisper her name.
"Would you like me to mark it as 'potentially dangerous' or 'definitely intriguing'?" Lugh asked, this time with a hint of humor.
"Both," Lyra murmured, unable to resist the urge to touch the rock. Something inside her knew she should move forward, even though every survival instinct screamed otherwise.
She approached cautiously, the crunch of her boots breaking the oppressive silence of the place. Her eyes fixed on the surface of the rock, where intertwined lines formed symbols of an almost hypnotic complexity.
"Do you see this, Lugh?" Lyra murmured, leaning in to examine the marks more closely.
"Yes, and I must admit they're not part of any known language in my database," Lugh replied, his tone distinctly curious. "Though there is an interesting similarity to certain fractal patterns."
"Magical fractals?" Lyra asked with a half-smile.
"If you prefer to call them that, I won't argue. Though, technically, we still haven't confirmed magic as a real phenomenon."
Lyra snorted, running her fingers along the edge of one of the hieroglyphs, which faintly glowed at the touch. She instinctively pulled back, feeling a slight tingling on her skin.
"Definitely not decorative paint. What do you think? Should I touch more things that might kill me?"
"I wouldn't recommend direct physical interaction without further evaluation," Lugh responded. "But, given your history of impulsive decisions, I suppose my advice will be ignored."
"Charming as always, Lugh." Lyra rolled her eyes, but couldn't help smiling. She then returned her focus to the hieroglyphs. "Well, at least I haven't been blown up in the face... yet."
"That's a rather low bar for measuring success, if I may say so," Lugh replied.
The glow of the symbols intensified slightly, as if responding to the conversation between them—or perhaps just to Lyra's presence.
A shiver ran down her arm. Before she could react, an electric whisper crawled up her spine, making her jerk back. Something had touched her, something from the stone. As if an invisible current connected her to the essence of the place—deep and dark—that made her feel like her presence was unwelcome.
"Lyra?" Lugh's voice abruptly pulled her out of the trance. There was something strange in his tone, an unusual concern for the cold precision of the AI. "What are you doing? Your heart rate just spiked."
Lyra didn't answer immediately. Her eyes remained fixed on the symbols, which were now pulsing with a rhythmic glow, as if trying to communicate. She felt a torrent of incoherent words flooding her mind—a turbulent river of murmurs in a language she couldn't understand. Then, in the blink of an eye, a vision appeared in her mind: a strange kingdom, alive with shadows and fire. Grotesque dark creatures walked alongside beings of blinding light, while the air seemed to distort, as if time itself were collapsing.
"What is this?" she murmured, her words barely a whisper. Her voice trembled, unable to comprehend what she was seeing. It was as if everything she knew wasn't enough to process the experience.
"Lyra?" Lugh pressed, his tone now wavering between curiosity and urgency. "I need you to talk to me. Your stress levels are off the charts. What's happening?"
The vision vanished abruptly, leaving only the echo of what she'd experienced, hammering in her mind like a persistent nightmare. Lyra took a step back, then another, distancing herself from the altar she had touched. Her hands were shaking.
"Something's wrong," she murmured, almost to herself.
"Define 'wrong'?" Lugh asked, though his usual sarcasm seemed absent. The AI was processing the data quickly, searching his vast archive for explanations, but found nothing useful. "Is it physical? Psychological? Or are we entering metaphysical territory?"
Lyra wasn't fully listening. She could still feel the murmurs, like a persistent echo in her mind. She leaned against a broken column, trying to catch her breath. The air seemed to vibrate around her, charged with an energy she couldn't identify.
"This can't just be a remnant of some dead civilization," she whispered, rubbing her forehead as the images of that kingdom continued to invade her thoughts. "It's... bigger. And darker."
"Better still," Lugh interjected. "Why not just assume you've touched an artifact that triggers cosmic visions? Why be cautious?"
"Lugh, shut up for a second," Lyra replied, though her tone lacked force. She crouched again to examine the inscriptions. They now seemed to pulse more intensely, as if responding to her presence.
"I'm informing you that your brain activity is showing abnormal patterns. This could be dangerous. You might be hallucinating. Or worse, recalibrating something internal without control," Lugh warned.
"Something internal...?" Lyra repeated, her voice barely a thread as she brushed her fingers against the symbols. "I feel like this... is affecting me somehow."
Suddenly, the stone began to glow. It wasn't a warm or inviting light, but something cold, sharp, like the spark of a forgotten memory that should never have resurfaced. The light spread rapidly, flooding the surroundings with an unnatural glow that seemed to tear at reality itself. Everything around her began to distort: the ground vibrated, the air trembled, and the shadows stretched and twisted as if trying to escape.
"Lyra, the readings are... impossible," Lugh intervened, his usually neutral tone now tinged with something akin to unease. "Space-time instability. This isn't normal, not even for our circumstances."
Lyra took a step back, feeling the weight of the light, as if it were stealing her breath away. Her heart hammered in her chest as the survival instinct collided with the fascination of confronting something so vast that her mind struggled to process it.
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—"What... is this place?" —she murmured, her voice heavy with awe and fear, as the energy of the place seemed to pulse in sync with her own heartbeat. —"Lugh, do you have any idea what's happening?"
—"The only thing I can tell you is that that light is not natural. Nor technological. It's... something else. And, Lyra, if it intensifies, I have no way of predicting what could happen."
Lyra swallowed. An invisible pressure enveloped her, as if something whispered in her ear that she couldn't escape, that she was tied to this moment by something more than mere coincidence.
She lifted her gaze to the horizon, where the black tower loomed like a scar against the reddish sky. It was unnatural in every sense, a structure that seemed to be carved from the very fabric of reality. The way it absorbed the surrounding light and emitted its own pulsating darkness made it impossible to ignore.
—"Lugh? Are you getting anything from this tower?" —she asked, her voice firm, but the response from the AI was as silent as the wind that wasn't heard.
The ground creaked beneath her feet, but she didn't stop. Something, an invisible force, was pushing her forward, as if the tower itself wanted her to touch it, to discover it.
As she got closer, the inscriptions on the walls of the tower became sharper, more intense. They weren't static like the previous ones; they seemed to move, to slide, as if they had a life of their own. The symbols reconfigured themselves, forming hypnotic patterns that almost made her dizzy.
—"This... can't be real," —she whispered, her eyes fixed on the tower, unable to look away. The structure seemed to mock all the laws of nature, as if defying her understanding.
—"What do you consider real right now?" —Lugh replied softly. —"Because, according to my readings, that tower is there... but also not. It's as if it exists in multiple states at once. Or worse, as if it chooses when to be perceived."
—"Great, Lugh. That's so reassuring," —Lyra murmured, crossing her arms while trying to regain control of her breathing. —"Something tells me I didn't come all the way here just to look at it."
Lyra closed her eyes for a moment. The feeling of inevitability surrounded her. The stone's light continued to pulse, syncing with something she couldn't explain, but felt deeply.
—"I don't think I have a choice, Lugh. Something has awakened, and I think it wants me." —She opened her eyes and took a step toward the tower, ignoring the knot of fear twisting in her stomach.
—"Oh, perfect. Because that's always the best decision: following the signals of an unknown entity that probably wants to consume your existence," —Lugh replied. —"But go ahead, don't mind me. I'm just the AI assigned to ensure your physical and mental well-being."
Lyra let out a brief, dry, nervous laugh.
—"Sometimes I wonder if you're really helping me or just enjoying the show."
—"Can't it be both?" —Lugh answered, his tone returning to that familiar neutrality, though the tension still lingered.
With one last breath, Lyra fixed her gaze on the tower and moved forward, each step an act of defiance against the fear that surrounded her.
Cautiously, she stepped forward, entering the tower. The atmosphere changed immediately, becoming denser, colder, as if the darkness itself was swallowing her. The walls closed in around her, and the light she had brought with her disappeared, consumed by the blackness surrounding her. Lyra turned on her flashlight, but the light seemed ineffective, fading before it could illuminate beyond a few meters.
On a ruined altar sat a round rock, emitting a strange incandescence that filled the place with a faint glow.
—"This is what we're looking for, Lyra. This mineral emits radiation we can analyze on the ship and convert into a power source," —Lugh said, his tone sure, but with a hint of expectation.
Lyra squinted, observing the strange material in front of her. Its surface shimmered with an iridescent hue, as if trapping the light from an unknown spectrum. She furrowed her brow, skeptical.
—"Are you sure, Lugh? This looks more like something from a failed experiment than a useful resource." —She ran her fingers over the mineral without fully touching it.
—"Absolutely sure. The Lyra Nyx is designed to handle unusual elements like this," —Lugh replied calmly. —"Our technology can break down almost any material and adapt it as fuel for the engines or power for the reactors. This won't be an exception."
Lyra let out a sigh, but her gaze remained fixed on the mineral.
—"Alright, I'll trust you... though if this rock decides to explode in my face, get ready to hear an eternal 'I told you so.'"
—"Noted," —Lugh responded, with a touch of irony. —"But for now, I suggest you pick it up before some local creature decides it's also useful as breakfast."
With a snort, Lyra bent down and carefully picked up the mineral.
Suddenly, the rumbling returned, much stronger this time, shaking the very bones of the tower. Lyra covered her ears, feeling the sound penetrating her bones.
The silence was so absolute that only the soft hum of the atmosphere managed to break it, like a distant murmur from a world that didn't even want to exist. Lyra frowned, adjusting the focus of her lenses, but the visor wasn't cooperating. The readings fluctuated uncontrollably, as if someone had been playing with the data randomly, and whenever she tried to focus on something, it disappeared when she blinked.
But, even though everything within her wanted to give up, something stronger than fear was pushing her forward. This place might be trying to break her, but she wouldn't let it. Not this time.
—"I don't break that easily," —she said quietly, almost defiantly, as she moved forward, step by step, toward the unknown. Lyra quickly headed toward the exit without looking back.