Aluel blinked her eyes open and found herself face-to-face with the terraformer, who hovered a few feet off the ground in front of her. Her heart raced as she took in the sight of the being—a shimmering silhouette against the dim desert landscape. Her form was ethereal, a kaleidoscope of delicate lights and a sparkling radiance. With her mouth agape, Aluel gazed up, her eyes wide with a mix of wonder and disbelief. The terraformer’s expression was calm, a gentle smile curving her luminous features.
“Do not be afraid,” her voice resonated, a soft soothing hum caressing Aluel’s senses. She leaned in—bathing Aluel in a cocoon of warmth and light. “I’m here to help.”
Her eyes, pools of deep shifting colors, held a hint of admiration as she continued, “You are very brave, you know. Few would have stood in the face of such danger.”
Aluel remained speechless; her breath caught in her throat. Her eyes darted from the terraformer’s serene face—to her delicate floating form, blushing, then back again. The overwhelming sense of awe had rendered her motionless, her thoughts a jumble of confusion and amazement.
The terraformer’s gaze shifted, now focused on Akur, unconscious on the ground. Concern flitted across her features. With a graceful, almost fluid movement, she hovered closer to Akur, her aura intensifying with a soft, pulsating glow. Kneeling in the air, the terraformer extended a delicate and radiant hand over Akur’s wounded leg.
A shimmering aura surrounded Akur as the terraformer bathed her in light. A faint, pulsating light enveloped the wound, the terraformer’s energy weaving itself into the fabric of the injury, mending flesh and bone with an almost imperceptible hum. The once-ragged edges of the wound smoothed out, the bleeding slowed and then stopped entirely as the raw edges of flesh began knitting speedily together.
Aluel watched in stunned silence, her heart pounding. The torn muscles of her sister’s leg realigned and bound, and the tissue regenerated as the wound faded, retreating like shadows before the dawn.
Aluel’s gaze remained locked on the terraformer as she passed her hand over Akur’s body. It was miraculous. The wound in her sister’s leg seemed to vanish, smoothing over seamlessly, and leaving behind unblemished skin as if Akur had never been injured. Aluel absorbed the profound event taking place, her mouth slightly agape, filled with an overwhelming sense of awe.
The terraformer’s voice, gentle and reassuring, broke through her reverie. “See? Good as new! I also replenished her blood. She’d lost most of it and was very near to death. But she’ll be okay now.” Her gaze lingered on Akur, her eyes softening with a hint of relief.
Aluel’s eyes widened further as the terraformer continued, “I also took care of the cancer that had begun growing in her lungs.” As the words settled, disbelief and gratitude intertwined in Aluel’s mind. Her heart swelled with a profound confluence of relief and wonder as she turned her gaze upon her sister.
The terraformer’s attention then shifted to Aluel. With a graceful motion, she stretched out her hand and placed her palm gently against Aluel’s bosom. A sudden, invigorating feeling coursed through her, as though her lungs were experiencing the sensation of breathing for the very first time. The experience was both exhilarating and soothing, like a deep breath of fresh, revitalizing air.
The terraformer spoke again, its voice imbued with a touch of regret, “That should take care of that incipient bronchitis. Unfortunately, I can’t do much about the excess ozone in the atmosphere. So”
The terraformer turned her gaze back toward the camp, and Aluel instinctively followed, her eyes widening as she spotted the pile of lifeless bodies outside the camp leader’s office. The sight filled her with a mix of dread and sorrow, and she quickly averted her gaze, unable to bear the grim scene.
After a moment of silence, Aluel gathered her courage and asked, “Can you heal them too?” Her voice trembled with hope as she looked up at the terraformer with innocent, pleading eyes.
She met Aluel’s gaze. “Death is beyond me too—my dear,” she said, her voice tinged with sorrow. The words hung heavily in the air. A flicker of despair passed through her eyes and her light seemed to diminish slightly.
She continued, her tone shifting to one of urgency and caution, “If the humans find out about what happened here, what I did, it’ll be war.” She cast another glance back at the camp, her expression grave.
Aluel’s brow furrowed in confusion. The terraformer straightened herself, hovering upright in the air with a grace that belied the tension in her words. A surge of desperation overcame Aluel. She shot up from her spot. “Please don’t leave.” She pleaded.
The intensity of her implore took the terraformer aback. She smiled gently, though her eyes reflected a deep sadness. “I’m afraid I must, dear one,” she whispered. “It saddens me greatly that you will not recollect any of this.” She reached out, her hands moving to cradle Aluel’s head.
Aluel’s brow furrowed deeper as the meaning of the terraformer’s words began to sink in. She stepped back, narrowing her eyes in a mix of fear and confusion. But before she could react further, the terraformer moved with a speed and precision that left her bewildered. She hovered behind Aluel, her hands gently cradling the girl’s head.
Darkness began to close in around Aluel’s vision as she felt the terraformer’s presence envelop her. The last thing she heard was the terraformer’s gentle whisper, “Sleep well dear one,” followed by a tender kiss on the top of her head. Aluel’s consciousness faded, leaving her with a final, fleeting sense of warmth and comfort.
54Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEjPl5g1gRZ
The southern Venusian Desert; harsh and unforgiving, stretched out endlessly. An expanse of silken dunes, vast salt flats, and the occasional outcropping of rugged rock formations. The air was crisp and cool, heavy with the early morning fog, laden with precious moisture. Above, the sky transitioned from a deep, velvety indigo to a softer silvery blue; the first hints of sunlight casting a gentle glow over the landscape.
Dawn crept over the horizon, a thin line of golden light that fought against the lingering shadows. The starlit brilliance of the night sky slowly faded to make way for the new dawn. The cliff face; a stark contrast to the smooth desert floor, rose abruptly from the sand like a jagged wall. Dark, volcanic rock towered above, its surface etched with deep crevices and sharp, jagged edges.
Morning’s first light cast a soft golden glow over the landscape, unveiling the sleek architecture seamlessly integrated into the sheer cliff face. As dawn touched the complex, its nine towering slim glass walls emerged organically from the stone, as if born from the planet itself.
Hewn from the rugged walls of the cliff, the grand estate was a perfect integration of architecture and rock. It seemed to defy gravity itself as it clung to the cliff face. Deep, smoothly contoured recesses offered refuge from the day’s impending heat. The windows, long and narrow, offered a glimpse into the shadowed interior, where the light struggled to penetrate the depths of the structure. The patriarch and matriarch’s residence stood at the heart of the complex, its glass window the tallest of the set, flanked by the windows of the siblings’ villas, four on each side, the entire complex, a cohesive, and elaborate labyrinth.
Each villa flawlessly wove into the cliff’s contours, with their slender glass walls descending from the cliff’s summit. Like nine silent glass sentinels towering over the Venusian sands. From a distance, the estate was a stunning composition of nine majestic glass towers; artfully crafted apertures that perfectly mirrored the natural rock formation they were hewn into.
Engineered to withstand the desert’s relentless heat, the complex gave off the soft dull glow of concrete. Cooling systems hummed gently, drawing in the cool pre-dawn air, and distributing it throughout the villas. Discreet fog harvesters, embedded within the rock’s natural contours, glinted faintly as they worked. The Venusian fog condensed on the nets, forming a delicate shimmering layer of water droplets. An intricate network of pipes and catchment areas blended smoothly with the architecture; directing the water deeper into the rock.
Inside the central villa, Raphael stirred from sleep. The faint hum of the villa’s climate control system whispered, blending homogeneously with the gentle rustle of the fabric as he shifted beside his wife. Their bedroom, with its sleek, minimalist design, smooth stone walls and discreet ventilation, provided a comfortable sanctuary for the patriarch and matriarch. As he rose from the bed, he tiptoed, careful not to disturb his wife, Elena, who still slumbered peacefully.
The room was an exquisite blend of natural and modern design, with the rough, earthen ceiling arching gracefully overhead. Stretching from floor to ceiling, the window offered an unparalleled view of the rugged rock formations outside. Though partially drawn, the curtains allowed just enough light to seep through. The stone walls absorbed the morning light with a muted glow, its reddish tones casting a warm hue across the room.
The air was cool, and he wrapped a robe around himself as he moved toward the window. Gently, he pulled the curtains aside, revealing the breathtaking vista of the Venusian landscape; the towering rock formations bathed in the first light of dawn.
After a quick stint in the bathroom, Raphael moved quietly through the villa; his footsteps barely audible against the smooth stone floors. The corridor led him to the staircase, which he descended, his bare feet dabbing the cool, polished stone of each step. The air was calm and still, carrying the faint scent of the night’s embers and the earthy tones of the interior. As he reached the bottom, the living and dining area opened before him.
The heart of the home was an expansive space with towering ceilings and a tall window that the dawn now filtered through, illuminating the room with soft, dappled light. The window stretched three stories high, its glass panes embedded into the rock-hewn walls. Pale morning rays caught the rough texture of the stone, softened by the sleek, modern lines of the kitchen and living area below.
As Raphael stepped further into the kitchen, the lights gradually brightened, illuminating a curious sight: a porcelain face mask, suspended in mid-air over the center of the space. The mask, serene with slightly parted lips, hovered gracefully, as if held by an invisible thread.
“Morning Raphael! I’ve got the kitchen ready for you. How’d you sleep?” The mask spoke, its voice warm and familiar, glowing ever so slightly, a soft light emanating from within its delicate features. The glow of the mask faded as she finished speaking, returning to its tranquil state.
Raphael stretched and chuckled softly. “Good morning Pneuma. I slept well thanks. What’s the temperature looking like out there?”
“Just hit 22 degrees Celsius,” Pneuma replied as Raphael made his way to the kitchen. “But don’t get too comfortable. It’s going to be a scorcher later. I’ve started the cooling system early to keep things pleasant inside.”
Raphael moved through the kitchen, gathering what he needed for breakfast. Clean lines defined the space, a minimalist design with countertops of smooth stone that echoed the natural rock from which the villa had been carved. The appliances, sleek and integrated, sat flush against the stone, their surfaces reflecting the soft ambient light. The coffee machine whirred to life, and the stovetop elements warmed up, their surfaces gleaming in the soft light.
Above, the window framed the pale sky, its height creating a sense of openness that contrasted with the intimacy of the kitchen. The natural rock walls, left exposed in parts, provided a textured backdrop to the otherwise modern setting. The juxtaposition of stone and glass, ancient and futuristic, gave the space an almost otherworldly feel—a sanctuary forged from the very bones of the planet.
Pneuma’s voice floated from the mask. “I’ve set the temperature just right for you. Coffee’s ready when you are.” The mask glowed again with her words, its soft light casting a delicate shadow on the stone.
“How are the kids?”
“Everyone’s healthy, present, and accounted for. They’re mostly all still asleep.”
“Did Emma come back?”
“Yes, Emma arrived just before twilight. She’s currently in the reservoir area. Would you like me to connect you with her for a talk—?”
“No, I just wanted to know, that’s all.” He interrupted.
Pneuma’s voice continued, “I’ve warmed up the stove and set up the coffee machine. Anything special on the menu today?”
“Just the usual,” Raphael replied, turning to the eagerly awaiting appliances. The kitchen gleamed with an understated elegance, its surfaces cool and ready for the morning’s work. “Thanks for setting everything up.”
“Of course Raphael! My pleasure.”
As Raphael continued his preparations for breakfast, Pneuma’s voice broke through the sizzling and popping of the pan. “Hey Raphael, it looks like Boaz is trying to reach you.”
“What’s up kiddo?” he said casually with a smile, stirring the coffee with a practiced hand. A deep, resonant voice filled the kitchen, emanating from the speakers seamlessly integrated into the villa’s design. “Father, there’s something I have to tell you.”
Raphael’s expression shifted from casual ease to attentive curiosity as he paused his movements.
54Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXgNuZxW6MH
In the dim light of early morning, Thomas blinked open his eyes, the inky blackness of his pupils standing out starkly against the pure white of his sclera. The contrast between the dark orbs and the surrounding brightness made his gaze seem both intense and otherworldly. His off-gray skin, smooth to the touch, appeared almost luminous in the gentle glow filtering through the room. He shifted slightly, his pitch-black curls falling across his forehead. He ran a hand through it, the dark locks contrasting sharply with the pallor of his skin.
The room was quiet, filled only with the soft hum of the villa’s systems, keeping the temperature perfectly regulated. Slowly, he pushed himself up; the sheets slipping away to reveal his lean form.
Sitting at the edge of the bed, he took a moment to let the remnants of sleep fade away. His villa, carved from the same ancient stone as the others, was a study in muted tones and understated elegance. The minimalistic decor softened the natural textures of the rock walls, creating a space that was both calming and austere.
He stretched, a lazy smile spreading across his face as he realized Emma wasn’t beside him. Perhaps she hadn’t returned from her night flight. He rose, his movements fluid but deliberate, and began his morning routine. The cool air brushed against his skin as he walked to the bathroom, the subtle lighting adjusting automatically to his presence. The mirror reflected his off-gray complexion and the striking contrast of his black hair.
As he went about his morning rituals, the villa responded to his needs with quiet efficiency. The lighting gradually brightened to simulate the day’s progression, while the soothing tones of the space created an atmosphere of quiet focus. Thomas moved through the villa with ease, each step methodical, preparing himself for the day ahead.
In the adjacent rooms, the sounds of morning routines stirred. The villa came alive with the quiet hustle of their children, now adults, starting their day.
Descending the steps that wound gracefully through the villa, Thomas moved with a deliberate calm. The living and dining area was a space where every element seemed to harmonize with the rock itself. The first thing that stood out was the towering window, framing the outdoors with a gentle elegance. Golden morning light poured in, casting long shadows across the room, and highlighting the textures of the stone walls that dominated the space. The wall, a sculptural presence, its rough, organic form resembling the cliff side from which it was carved, grounded the room in a sense of timelessness.
Beneath the landing of the ascending stairs, standing in the foyer, was Anastasia. The same striking features—pitch-black hair that framed her face in sleek curls, and dark eyebrows that arched delicately above her pitch-black pupils marked her presence, like her father’s. The stark whiteness of her eye whites made her gaze piercing and intense, while her off-gray skin seemed to catch the light just right, giving her an almost ethereal glow.
“Morning,” Thomas greeted her, his voice calm, resonating through the quiet space.
“Morning, Dad,” she replied, her voice carrying the same measured tone. Anastasia, their eldest daughter, moved with purposeful grace. The floorboards creaking softly beneath her feet as she prepared to head out to her grandpa’s villa.
Thomas, still rubbing sleep from his eyes, stretched, and called out, “Have you seen your mother?”
Anastasia, her hand already on the door handle, paused and turned back to him. “No, I haven’t seen her. But maybe you can look in the reservoir area. She always likes to go there.”
Thomas nodded, a slight smile touching his lips. “Right. I’ll check it out.”
As Anastasia left to visit Raphael’s villa, Thomas left to find his wife. Stepping out from the cool confines of their villa, He took a moment to appreciate the intricate design of the passageways. Carved into the rock, the walls were smooth and subtly lit, the overhead lights casting an ambient glow that guided his path.
As he walked, Thomas noted the slight incline in the passageway, a subtle reminder of the ascent towards the reservoir.
The corridors twisted and turned, each bend revealing another stretch of meticulously carved stone, punctuated by occasional alcoves where emergency supplies and maintenance tools were stored. This network of tunnels was an essential artery that connected the lifeblood of the complex. He still remembered carving out the whole thing with his brothers. The memory brought a smile to his lips as he marveled at how their hard work had transformed the barren cliffs into a thriving sanctuary.’
The air grew cooler and slightly more humid, a sign that he was drawing closer to the vast underground water storage that sustained the entire complex. The damp rock walls glistened with condensation, hinting at the nearby water source. A gentle hum resonated through the space, hinting at the sophisticated systems that diligently preserved the delicate equilibrium within the subterranean space.
He reached a wider passage that opened into a cavernous chamber. The reservoir lay nestled within the heart of the rock, an impressive expanse of water contained by the natural stone walls. The ceiling arched high above, carved into a sweeping dome, its surface a tapestry of shadow and light. Dark and ancient walls framed the reservoir like the hollow of a giant beast, imposing yet sheltering.
Thomas paused at the entrance, taking in the serene beauty of the reservoir. He spotted Emma by the water’s edge; her silhouette framed by the faint light reflecting off the reservoir’s surface. Her legs dangling into the cool, clear water.
Thomas descended into the reservoir; the echo of his footsteps swallowed by the vastness of the cavernous space. Beneath his feet, the floor sloped gently downward, leading him to the edge of a smooth, circular basin. The water glimmered faintly in the low light; its surface disturbed only by the occasional ripple from the channels connected to the fog harvesters.
The air was cool, carrying a faint, earthy scent, dampened by the moisture that clung to the rocks. The sound of water dripping from the ceiling into the reservoir was the only break in the silence, each drop creating ripples that expanded slowly across the surface, distorting the reflections momentarily before settling back into stillness. Within the calm, a mirror reflecting the golden glow from the rocky ceiling above. The light, diffused and warm, painted the space in hues of amber and ochre, casting long, soft shadows that stretched across the sculptured ground.
He approached her. “There you are,” he said.
Emma looked up slowly, her expression tinged with a melancholy he hadn’t seen before. “Hey,” she replied softly.
Thomas sat beside her, the gentle splash of the water against their feet creating a soothing rhythm. He turned to face her; his gaze filled with concern. “What’s up?”
Fear flickered across Emma’s face, and she lowered her gaze, letting her head hang. Thomas reached out, his hands cupping her face gently. He tilted her chin up to meet his eyes. “What’s up? You know you can tell me anything, right?”
Emma’s voice trembled as she clasped his hand. “Would you stick with me no matter what?”
Thomas’s brow furrowed with confusion and concern. “Of course, I will. You know that, don’t you?”
Emma gazed at him, her eyes searching his for assurance. “Swear to me. Swear to me.”
Thomas narrowed his eyes, troubled by the urgency in her voice. “What’s this about?”
Before Emma could respond, Boaz’s voice echoed through the cavernous space of the reservoir. “Emma, father wants to see you.”
The fear in Emma’s eyes intensified. Her grip on his hand tightened as she urged him once more, her voice ever more urgent. “Swear to me!”
Thomas nodded solemnly. “I swear, Emma. No matter what, I’ll stick with you.”
Emma’s expression softened, though the fear in her eyes remained. She gave him a small, relieved nod before rising from the edge of the reservoir. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
He joined her together, making their way to their father’s villa. They encountered Anastasia, on their way who shared a hug with her mother.
“I thought you were headed to Grandpa’s,” Thomas intoned. The very mention of it made Emma flinch a little.
“Yeah, but he said he wants to talk to the two of you alone. Says it’s private. Everyone seemed tense. So, I’m heading back home. See you guys after…your talk.” She said, feigning quotes with her fingers over the last phrase.
Thomas took a deep breath as Anastasia went past them and glanced at his wife, who averted her gaze and continued walking.
“Well, this will be interesting,” he murmured to himself as he followed her.
ns 15.158.61.8da2
