Cycles

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Fifty thousand years ago, this was home to Adronio.

They covered their planet with towering machines and created an infinite fountain of life and energy.

Other worlds traveled frequently to Adronio for valuable technology and visitors marveled at the majestic monolithic machines.

For millennia, their technological innovation was unmatched.

Towering buildings crowded the skyline, looming over the population with might and control.

The heart of their world was the Earkon, an alien monolith found at the birth of their species' existence.

Children sang of this. Elders worshiped it.

In dark corners and private rooms, however, some grew wary of what unknown and dark powers this Earkon beckoned. No one know how and where this artifact came from, just that it provided bountiful life and resources. However, life does not come free.

But like anything that lives in this universe, after thousands of years, ruin and desolation began to creep into the fold of this civilization.

There was a fall. The same people who sang the songs of technology and the Earkon were the first to succumb to its dark temptations. The alien Gods that existed just beyond the veil of the artifact began to make themselves known.

But Nature never goes down without a fight. The planet summoned its most powerful weapons to battle against this overwhelming force. Viruses spread, volcanos erupted, and disasters rained upon this world in an attempt to purge this alien threat from its core.

But to no avail. The Gods spread, absorbing the life of every living creature on the planet, leaving nothing but a husk of its former glory. With no more resources to farm, the Earkon finally fell silent.

An echo thousands of years later, a tiny group of surviving creatures built statues and monuments to honor the ones who came before. However, it had been lifetimes ago and no one knew of what terrible thing had happened.

Of all the lessons they could have learned, they failed to see the most pressing truth. They scoured the wastelands of their forefathers and found a curious relic, impossibly smooth and hummed with a seductive beckoning.

And in the end, despite the annihilation of their species once over, their legacy was cemented as the world of never-ending hubris. The people of Adronio were tempted by the infinite void of life, only to be met by infinite cycles of death.



Written in the video game, "Elegy for a Dead World". From the Steam Page: "Explore dead civilizations, write about what you find, and share your stories with the universe: a game about writing fiction." This work started off as a template within the game.

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