The winds on Venus were a constant presence—thick, acrid, and roaring. Yet, as Jaxon ventured farther from his crash site, he began to hear something within the wind: whispers.At first, he dismissed them as the tricks of an overstressed mind, the side effects of isolation. But the whispers grew clearer, shaping into words, a language he didn’t know but somehow understood. They guided him, pulling him towards deeper canyons and long-abandoned structures that seemed untouched by time.
In the ruins, he found relics—strange devices, translucent panels, and symbols matching those carved into the rocks. Venus had once been home to intelligent life.
The whispers became stronger near the artifacts. When Jaxon placed his hand on one of the ancient panels, the whispers crystallized into a single message:
"You are not the first. But you may be the last."
The artefacts pulsed under his touch, and a map appeared, leading to a structure far beyond the horizon—a structure that might hold the answers, or the means to leave.
Driven by curiosity and a growing sense of purpose, Jaxon prepared for the longest journey yet.
--To be continued--
Source: Some or all of the content was generated using an AI language model
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