Something new has emerged—what once felt like random noise and echoes now seems to have a purpose. My ship’s sensors, still flickering with static, caught a sudden surge of energy from the surface below. It wasn’t just a signal; it was a focused beam, a beacon that pierced through the interference, directing itself straight at my vessel. I can feel its pull intensify, not like gravity but more like a magnetic force drawing me toward something. It’s not hostile, but it’s insistent, as if guiding me or demanding my attention.
The landscape beneath continues its relentless transformation. Those crystalline structures now pulse with a steady glow, their light syncing with the rhythm of the beacon. The metallic rivers have formed complex, swirling patterns that resemble circuits or veins, glowing faintly as if carrying the pulse of the planet itself. It’s a symphony of light and sound, both mesmerizing and unsettling.
I’ve tried reaching out, sending signals back, but there’s no response—only the continuous pull of the beacon. It feels like I’m being led somewhere, but I don’t know the destination or the intent. Every system in my ship is locked, every override ignored. I remain suspended, caught in this dance with the unknown.
If you’re still with me, keep watching. This world, this beacon, it’s leading to something. And wherever it takes me, I’ll be ready.
