Long ago, in the heart of Geneara, a civilization once strong, once proud, thrived in peace, bathed in pale blue and cosmic sheens.
Their luminescent skin shimmered softly, faint light drifting from their forms—an unspoken energy binding them to the stars.
Their eyes held infinity, a million consteltions swirling within—a living reflection of the unseen, forgotten, and mispced worlds beyond.
Intricate patterns adorned their skin, markings of consteltions no mortal had mapped, spirals blooming into flowers, leaves, and delicate cracks where light seeped through.
A sparkling hue traced their cheeks, separating pale from deep lic—a visual reminder that their existence was woven from celestial dust.
Among the vast, unbroken nds, they walked with cosmic power at hand, their touch shaping reality itself.
They could bend and manipute the world around them, shifting elements like whispers of the universe obeying their call.
until
One shadowed night, as the quiet vilge of Geneara slumbered beneath its pale sky, devastation came.
The humans—or perhaps something worse than humans, mutated, driven beyond reason—descended upon the vilge, seeking the source of Geneara's strength.
The blue dust—an energy hidden beneath the nd's fragile cracks—veiled, ancient, and coveted beyond understanding.
It was power. It was life. It was everything they had ever known.
Their stories echoed across the nds, carried like whispers through the remnants of their shattered home—a warning, a legend, a grief too heavy to fade.
Yet the st remaining vilge did not crumble.
With the final reserves of their dust, they constructed something unbreakable—a vessel, rounded and gleaming, shaped like a comet.
It was their st hope.
And so, with everything they had left, they unched it into space—protecting what remained, hiding what could never be restored.
Now, the forgotten civilization lives in the shadows, hidden, waiting, fearing the inevitable.
For the day the dust finally vanishes, the humans will return.
And they will not come to bargain.
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A figure—tall, graceful—hovered effortlessly in the sky.
Its face remained hidden, veiled beneath the unknown.
Its clothing shimmered, an eerie blend of cosmic textures—patterns that didn't belong to any world .in exsistence
Light seemed to bend around it, as if reality refused to define its shape completely.
It wasn't just floating. It was existing beyond the ordinary.
Something about its presence felt deliberate, as though it wasn't merely watching, but waiting
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The door smmed shut, sealing the trio inside.
A room—massive, like the grand lobby of a castle—stretched before them.
At its center, a fountain stood, pristine and still, a crystalline structure suspended above it.
It spun gracefully, its glow pulsing—a deep, celestial blue.
The door vanished behind them, leaving no trace—as if it had never existed.
Yet still, the banging persisted.
Synthena stood guard, her crystalline patterns flickering—uncertain, reflecting her desperate hope for an escape.
Absynthe, drawn toward the glowing crystal above, stepped closer, unable to look away.
She paused. Something shifted beneath her feet.
A trigger? A mechanism?
She stayed still—not afraid, but alert.
Then—
From the ground, a pilr rose, pushing through the stone floor in deliberate motion.
Its ptes flicked open—revealing a mould beneath it.
A mould for a stone.
Absynthe's confusion turned sharp. She gasped—then clicked in realization.
"The stone! Quickly!"
Synthena froze.
She didn't have it.
Then—who did?
Celestia reached into her pocket.
She pulled out the stone—the Blue Moon Stone.
"Here!"
She tossed it toward Synthena, who caught it with steady hands and sprinted toward Absynthe.
"Here!"
Absynthe snatched the stone, pressing it into the mould without hesitation.
The rock settled into pce.
A hum.
A pulse.
The mechanism reacted.
The lobby shifted, the fountain turning in slow, deliberate circles as the walls realigned, molding the space into something unrecognizable.
A pnetary observatory emerged, its construction seamless—a room built to reveal the unseen.
Suspended above them, four celestial bodies floated, glowing against the void:
?? Earth (Geneara)—a pnet steeped in history, its presence anchoring them.
?? Nyxara—small, radiant, pulsing blue like a quiet heartbeat.
?? Cindralis—massive, shimmering in hues of deep blue and violet, its size rivaling Jupiter.
? Eris—dark, formidable, nearly the same size as Earth—but something about it felt heavier, more ominous.
Synthena's curiosity fred instantly.
"What is this?" she asked, forever the one with questions.
Absynthe, still entranced by the glowing pnetary models, stepped forward.
"I don't know, but it's obviously—"
Her voice cut off as Celestia spoke, sharp and assured.
"The four pnets that hold the most power and the biggest reserves of blue in all of the universe."
She crossed her arms, gaze unwavering.
Absynthe turned, questioning.
"How do you know that?"
Celestia walked forward, standing beside Absynthe as her hands hovered over the controls—a sphere resembling Earth, shifting at her touch, allowing her to scroll through the pnetary system.
Her voice held a quiet certainty.
"Because I've had more time awake in this new world than you two."
Absynthe's fingers paused above the glowing panel, catching the weight in Celestia's tone.
Synthena frowned.
"Awake? Longer?"
Absynthe snapped her gaze to Celestia.
"What are you trying to say? Awake longer?"
Celestia tilted her head downward, then slowly turned, locking eyes with Synthena.
Absynthe instinctively stepped back, keeping eye contact.
Celestia spoke with finality.
"During the time you woke in this world—the new Geneara—you were asleep for at least a month."
Absynthe's shock snapped through the air.
"A month? That's insane! How is that even possible without food!?"
"Or water!" Synthena added, disbelief cutting through her voice.
Celestia stood her ground, fists clenched, her gaze locked on the floor—silent, unmoving.
Absynthe's voice rose, raw with frustration.
"Celestia, say something!"
Celestia scoffed, then—without hesitation, gently brushed Absynthe aside, stepping toward the Earth-shaped control panel.
Her hand hovered over the glowing sphere, her expression shifting, preparing to expin everything.
Until—
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A massive impact shattered the moment.
The door—once sealed, untouched—exploded outward, walls fracturing, stone fying through the air.
Synthena acted instantly, snapping into pce, arms raised, forming a crystalline barrier that shielded the trio from the flying debris.
Absynthe ducked low behind the defense, while Celestia barely managed to drop away from the Earth-shaped controls.
The pnetary projections flickered, fading into darkness the moment her pressure lifted from the panel.
Then—
The pilr beneath her feet lurched downward, retreating into the ground.
As it sank, the mechanism snapped back, revealing the stone—the Blue Moon Stone—unching upward, flung free from its mould.
Officer Vance stood at the opening he had created, his back slouched slightly, as if he had just delivered a brutal punch to the wall behind him.
His stance low and aggressive, half-crouched yet towering—an untamable force of domination.
His eyes remained fixed on the ground, a piercing grin stretched across his shadowed face—a mix of excitement, intrigue, and the promise of destruction.
The soldiers marched in behind him, moving with precision, each one taking defensive positions along his sides.
Then, with slow precision, he straightened.
His posture rigid, commanding, his fist clenched as his silver veins pulsed violently along his left hand and biceps.
A warrior standing on the brink of conquest.
The trio stood firm behind the crystalline barrier, locked in defensive stances.
Celestia hung low, slipping the Moon Stone into her pocket, preparing for the inevitable battle.
Absynthe scoffed, unimpressed by Vance's dispy—yet she did not drop her stance.
Then—
The piercing voice of the intruder echoed through the chamber, the unnatural pnetary observatory shifting backward, morphing once more into the grand lobby it had been before.
Vance spoke with forceful intent.
"Under the w of the government, I am confiscating that Moon Stone."
He bent slightly, his stance wide, his hands subtly raised—the posture of a predator, a fighter ready to pounce.
His gaze darkened, cutting upward like a bde.
"And that precious blue dust steeped within…"
His eyes fshed—malicious, hungry, unwavering.
The soldiers shifted, their movements synchronized, a chorus of discipline and unyielding force.
A deep, guttural sound rumbled through their ranks—a collective breath before war.
They dropped to their knees, weapons raised, their postures low, controlled, ready.
Their presence radiated calcuted aggression, their eyes sharp with unwavering intent.
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Vance pounced, a blur of calcuted destruction.
His silver-veined fist swung forward, the force tearing through the air—unstoppable, unforgiving.
The barrier shattered, fragments exploding outward.
The impact rippled through the lobby, sending shockwaves through the floor.
Celestia braced herself, instincts sharp—her grip tightening around the Moon Stone.
Absynthe lunged, her body moving before thought, reaction pure survival.
Synthena reinforced her stance, crystalline defenses flickering as she prepared for the counter.
Everything tilted toward chaos.
Everything was about to break.
