6″Beneath 4546B's ocean, a lone figure steps into an alien sanctuary, bathed in luminescent light and the hum of dying technology. Advanced structures surround a flickering terminal, brimming with cryptic data. The air is heavy with ancient secrets and looming loss. The sanctuary power is critial, says a disembodied voice, the sense of urgency palpable. Please approach the terminal, we are running out of time.
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10/10/2024