The walls began to sweat. Not ice melt—a black, viscous fluid that oozed from the carvings. It pooled at his feet, and in its reflection, Aris saw something standing behind him.
"The frequency isn't a warning. It's a lullaby. The pillars keep it asleep. We turned off the wrong one. It sees us now. It doesn't hate us. It just wants to dream through us. Don't let it—"
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"We are the dream now. We are the lullaby. Do not send help. Send silence."
He frowned. "What kind of anomaly?"
The text dissolved into gibberish.
Aris tried to run, but his legs moved to a rhythm not his own. He turned his head—against his will—and looked into the fluid. His reflection smiled, even though his face was frozen in horror. The walls began to sweat
He pulled out his own toolkit. "Lachesis, analyze the harmonic resonance of the active pillars. Can I replicate it?"