Human Voices
Faint human voices seem to drift from deep within the ruined building. A sliver of light filters through the cracks in the crumbling stone walls, illuminating the damp air. Moss-covered stones litter the ground, forcing careful, deliberate steps. The air carries a peculiar stench, a mix of damp earth and an indescribable, musty odor.
I reached what appeared to be the building's entrance. Dodging piles of fallen stones, I stepped inside. The interior was even darker, the dampness intensifying. Strange patterns were carved into the walls, and in places, stones and debris had accumulated from the collapsed ceiling.
Advancing deeper, a faint light came into view. It flickered like a candle flame. As I approached the light source, I found the restrained librarian and historian there. Their faces were pale and utterly exhausted.
The librarian saw me and widened her eyes slightly. “Mitam... You... No way...”
The historian remained silent, head bowed. His shoulders shook violently.
I examined the chains binding them. They seemed sealed by magic. A complex magical array was engraved into the chains.
“It's okay. I'll help you,” I said quietly.
“But... this place...” The librarian's words came out broken. “Those who captured us... Atlantis... transcended... the timeline...”
Though parts of his words were hard to grasp, it was clear that the Atlantis civilization, this alternate space, and their disappearance were deeply connected. The atmosphere of this alternate space, combined with the Librarian's words, made me feel this wasn't just a prison, but a place where some kind of magical or temporal distortion existed. I needed to find a way to break their bonds. And a way to escape this alternate space. My journey was plunging deeper into the unknown.
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