And at the center of the rings, half-swallowed by violet moss, lay the remains of the original survey team from 2081. Their skeletons were woven into the fungal lattice, their bones polished smooth by time—and their skulls had been carefully, deliberately arranged to face the sky.
Elara found the lead scientist's data slate. It still worked. The last entry read: "They don't consume. They remember. Kk.rv22.801 is not a world. It is a tomb. And we are the offering."
Welcome home, Kk.rv22.802.
And at the center of the rings, half-swallowed by violet moss, lay the remains of the original survey team from 2081. Their skeletons were woven into the fungal lattice, their bones polished smooth by time—and their skulls had been carefully, deliberately arranged to face the sky.
Elara found the lead scientist's data slate. It still worked. The last entry read: "They don't consume. They remember. Kk.rv22.801 is not a world. It is a tomb. And we are the offering." Kk.rv22.801
Welcome home, Kk.rv22.802.