I’ve finally reached the surface. My ship has touched down, though not by my control. The beacon’s pull released me the moment I landed, leaving my vessel intact but unresponsive. The landscape is unlike anything I’ve seen up close—a maze of towering crystalline structures that hum softly, their glow synchronized with the beacon’s rhythmic pulse. Metallic rivers weave through the terrain, shimmering with an energy that feels alive, almost sentient. It’s as if the planet itself is aware of my presence.
Then, it happened: a clear, unmistakable movement. From behind one of the glowing spires emerged a form—a figure, not quite solid, flickering as if caught between dimensions. It’s unlike any life form I’ve encountered, both ethereal and mechanical, with shifting patterns of light coursing through its structure. It didn’t approach, just observed, as if assessing me. For the first time, I’m not just watching; I’m being watched, truly seen.
The air is thick with anticipation. I can feel the hum of the beacon in my bones, resonating with the deeper vibrations of this place. There’s no hostility, but there’s also no welcome—just the overwhelming sense that I’ve arrived at the heart of something ancient and vast. My instruments remain silent, and every attempt to communicate back has failed. I’m on my own, face to face with whatever this is.
The encounter is no longer a possibility—it’s here. This world has secrets, and now I stand on the brink of understanding them. I’ll continue to document and transmit as long as I can. Stay tuned; the revelation has just begun.
