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The bottom was not a floor. It was a mirror.
"Steady," he lied. His pulse was a war drum.
Above, the purple sky waited. The comms crackled: "Leo? You're ascending early. Report."
Then he saw it: a single crystal, no larger than his thumb, floating in the exact center of the space. It was transparent, almost invisible, but it hummed at a pitch that made his joints ache.
The bottom was not a floor. It was a mirror.
"Steady," he lied. His pulse was a war drum.
Above, the purple sky waited. The comms crackled: "Leo? You're ascending early. Report."
Then he saw it: a single crystal, no larger than his thumb, floating in the exact center of the space. It was transparent, almost invisible, but it hummed at a pitch that made his joints ache.