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The floor began to vibrate. The central capstone of the chamber, a flawless block of black granite, began to levitate, spinning slowly. Beneath it was a shaft of pure, blinding light. But it wasn't sunlight. It was coherent, structured, intelligent light. Light that carried data.

The light from the shaft began to flicker. The ghost city wavered. Elara saw a shadow fall over the crystalline spires: a mushroom cloud, then another. A vision of a different future. The one humanity was currently building. ancient future wayne chandler

A low, thrumming bass note began to emanate from the obsidian board. The amber condensation on the walls began to swirl, forming coherent patterns: star maps, but not any Elara recognized. The constellations were wrong. The North Star was not Polaris, but a brilliant blue giant in the tail of Draco. This was a sky 17,000 years old. The floor began to vibrate

“Mr. Asante,” she said, taking off her gloves. “What does the song sound like?” But it wasn't sunlight