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The previous expedition, the Hecate , had gone silent three years ago. Their last transmission was a single line of text: "We found the pillars. Don't let them wake up."

He worked quickly. The cold seeped through his gloves. As he reconnected the final wire, the pillar hummed to life—but wrong. It was a dissonant chord, a scream hidden inside a whisper. dm f0445 de

The planet filled the viewport—a bruised purple marble, cracked with canyons of black ice. As the Odysseus descended, Aris saw them: the Pillars. They rose from the ice like the ribs of a fossilized god, each one carved with a spiral script that predated human language by eons. They weren't built on the planet; they were built into it, as if the rock had grown around them. The previous expedition, the Hecate , had gone