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Aris tried to run, but his legs moved to a rhythm not his own. He turned his head—against his will—and looked into the fluid. His reflection smiled, even though his face was frozen in horror.

He suited up and stepped onto the surface. The ice crunched like bone dust under his boots. The Pillars emitted a low-frequency thrum that he felt in his molars, not his ears. He approached the central structure—a ziggurat with an entrance shaped like a yawning mouth.

He frowned. "What kind of anomaly?"

Aris looked up. At the far end of the chamber, a single pillar stood apart from the others. It was dark, dormant. A panel on its base was open, wires ripped out. The Hecate 's mistake.

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. dm f0445 de

Then, the signal cut out. And the rogue planet continued its drift through the dark, carrying a new, warmer cargo inside its frozen heart.

The walls began to sweat. Not ice melt—a black, viscous fluid that oozed from the carvings. It pooled at his feet, and in its reflection, Aris saw something standing behind him. Aris tried to run, but his legs moved

"Artificial structures. Geometric. They match the Hecate 's final telemetry."