Following the trail of markings, Jaxon stumbled upon what he could only describe as a river of light. In the perpetual twilight of Venus, the glowing streams stood out like golden veins, snaking across the cracked terrain.The river pulsed with energy, warm and humming softly. It wasn’t water, nor was it lava. It was some form of liquid energy, unlike anything Jaxon had ever seen. When he dipped a metal rod into the stream, it vibrated gently, picking up a mild charge. This could be the key to powering the broken emergency beacon from his shuttle.
Excited, Jaxon filled a container with the glowing liquid and carefully retraced his steps to his camp. But Venus was not without its challenges. As he moved, a sudden tremor—one he hadn’t anticipated—threw him off balance. His precious cargo spilled, seeping into the cracked earth in seconds.
Frustrated but determined, Jaxon realised he would need to build a better container, one that could withstand the seismic jolts. Over the next two days, he scavenged parts from his shuttle and fashioned a stabilised vessel. On his second journey to the river, he managed to bring back enough of the glowing liquid to charge the beacon.
He activated the signal and waited.
And waited.
But no reply came.
Still, Jaxon refused to give up. He knew now there was more to this planet than he had ever imagined. He would explore further, and perhaps, he would find those who left the glowing trails.
--To be continued--
Source: Some or all of the content was generated using an AI language model
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