The Sea Monster
“Is this the end of our journey?” “No. It will continue… We are being led for a purpose. The voices in the līmina have chosen to speak to us. We will be returned.”
They vanished. All vanished. The buildings rotted into the earth, scoured with wind and rain. The sky flickered faster. The ground looked as if there had never been buildings and people and mines. There was nothing. Time slowed. Other men were drawn to this place by the glowing mist that rose from the mine site.
A man came. He carried a strange knife. He pondered. We left. Again the mist grew. And again we were transported.
This time, we were underground in what I hope to be a future time. Cybella shuddered. “This is a place of evil.” Men with long white tunics. Men in black uniforms appeared to be committing some act of sorcery, but I understood little of what I saw. A large metal cylinder lay before us, then it swam into the ocean. “It is a sea monster,” Cybella said, “Many will die. They have used the līmina for evil.”
There was a flash of light. Time and space seemed to merge and we were in an absolute void. Darkness. Soundless. Featureless. I said to Cybella: “Is this the end of our journey?”84343968qybzyb
“No. It will continue… We are being led for a purpose. The voices in the līmina have chosen to speak to us. We will be returned.”
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