The sands looked black in the night of A-1428. There were tracks, thousands, no, millions of people walking towards a common goal over the dunes. They were all gone now. Millions of years had passed since then.
A man dressed in all white robes of his order, The White Dagger, had been following the tracks for days. A hood covered everything except his eyes, which were light grey. He also had an animal companion; a dog these people referred it as.
He was standing in front of his goal: a large tomb. It was under a dune about 200 M high. The entrance of the tomb was an alien metal; steel, did they call it? Maybe.
He was here for his mission: to find out who or what ended this civilization.
He was about to enter the vault of this dead nation until his animal companion stopped, laid on the sandy ground, and whined loudly. He looked back at it and went inside.
Once inside, he saw their technology work for the first time. Blue orbs floated above him and near the tombs. He noticed the ceiling went up 200 M and he couldn’t see the end, but he knew he had walking to do.
He ambled towards the first set of tombs. He saw their beginning on a planet they called Earth. Why were they here on A-1428? He continued to roam the tombs, getting to know their history. He saw them kill each other over petty things such as land and resources; saw them work together during times of strife. What made them fluctuate so much in their desires? He had to find out. He continued until the end of the room he was in. At the end, there was a long hallway with blue orbs for light. He walked through it.
He got to a room which held only one object. A square pedestal. It was 2 M in height, and 10 cm wide on all sides. As he stepped up to the pedestal, a golden orb about 10 cm in diameter rose from the base and floated in front of him, faint blue light glowing from it.
He reached his left hand out and touched the orb. It opened into pieces until they were floating around his body. He could see each memory from every individual. He saw their beginning, middle, and end. He also saw his goal, though he could not believe it to be true.
What he saw in those memories was himself.
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