For years, Dr. Elías Varela searched for strange things with electromagnetic waves emanating from a place in the La Guajira desert, so this guy started getting curious about science, right? But then, bam! Every 27 days, this strange pulsating thing comes out of the ground, like it's trying to chat with us or something.
One night, with his recorder and an old field notebook, Elijah stepped into the heart of the weird stuff happening, he stumbled upon a buried structure: a black stone circle, etched with symbols that were totally out of the ordinary, not matching any known culture when you touched it. Everything got super heavy, the noise just vanished, and it was like reality was bending or something.
Elijah woke up in a place where the sky was always red, and the shadows acted very strangely, not following the usual rules of light. It was very quiet, but there was a faint, uttering murmur that was hard to pin down. He wandered through a strange terrain of unimaginable shapes, where the trees had watchful eyes and the mountains exhaled.
He quickly realized he wasn't the only one, those alien-looking, super-skinny people, their faces hidden behind dark masks, were simply relaxing and watching him from afar, they didn't just walk; they glided. They didn't speak; their thoughts simply crept into Elijah's head like quiet whispers. They showed pictures of worlds eaten away by time, places where people tried to go but never returned.
Elijah said this place called Nox was like a crossroads for the people there, connecting different realities. A place where they could bend the rules of physics and time didn't follow a straight line. But it was also like a prison for anyone who messed with him without asking first.
Elijah was very interested in returning, so he tried to imagine the stone circle in his head, using the symbols he'd scribbled in his notebook. Every time he tried to leave, he weakened; it was as if the dimension was eating away at his fear, his past, his essence.
He finally had the portal opened, but when he stepped through, he realized the world he returned to was totally different from the one he left. Everything was a little off, not quite right; people had strange hand movements, their watches ran the wrong way, and every morning, a voice on the radio called their names in a hushed tone.
Elijah is still searching for the right path, but every night, when he hits the sack, he tunes into Nox's soft whispers, like a gentle nudge that crossing that line means you're never totally out of reach.
One night, with his recorder and an old field notebook, Elijah stepped into the heart of the weird stuff happening, he stumbled upon a buried structure: a black stone circle, etched with symbols that were totally out of the ordinary, not matching any known culture when you touched it. Everything got super heavy, the noise just vanished, and it was like reality was bending or something.
Elijah woke up in a place where the sky was always red, and the shadows acted very strangely, not following the usual rules of light. It was very quiet, but there was a faint, uttering murmur that was hard to pin down. He wandered through a strange terrain of unimaginable shapes, where the trees had watchful eyes and the mountains exhaled.
He quickly realized he wasn't the only one, those alien-looking, super-skinny people, their faces hidden behind dark masks, were simply relaxing and watching him from afar, they didn't just walk; they glided. They didn't speak; their thoughts simply crept into Elijah's head like quiet whispers. They showed pictures of worlds eaten away by time, places where people tried to go but never returned.
Elijah said this place called Nox was like a crossroads for the people there, connecting different realities. A place where they could bend the rules of physics and time didn't follow a straight line. But it was also like a prison for anyone who messed with him without asking first.
Elijah was very interested in returning, so he tried to imagine the stone circle in his head, using the symbols he'd scribbled in his notebook. Every time he tried to leave, he weakened; it was as if the dimension was eating away at his fear, his past, his essence.
He finally had the portal opened, but when he stepped through, he realized the world he returned to was totally different from the one he left. Everything was a little off, not quite right; people had strange hand movements, their watches ran the wrong way, and every morning, a voice on the radio called their names in a hushed tone.
Elijah is still searching for the right path, but every night, when he hits the sack, he tunes into Nox's soft whispers, like a gentle nudge that crossing that line means you're never totally out of reach.