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Books: legalized hallucinations on dead trees

From the point of view of botany and neuroscience, books are, to put it mildly, tinfoil.

Think about it. A tree grew, it was cut down, cut in a rather gruesome way, soaked, pressed, dried...

And then they applied ink-symbols-codes so that other creatures of the same biological species could cause hallucinations in the brain. Yes, yes, you heard right-reading is a form of controlled psychosis.

Books are dead tattooed trees.

Libraries are a crypt with tattooed inhabitants, and any collector or visitor is a true romantic necromancer.

You open such a dendro nectaronomicon, run through the patterns, and now you are in 19th-century Paris, on Mars, in the head of a schizophrenic detective, in the body of a dragon, in a witch trial, in an ambush with elves, in a dispute about management or a complete kringle, reading a spell in a book on how to revive your slightly dead garden or tree.

And all this - without substances, but with effects!

Scientifically speaking, paper is just cellulose, but as soon as you put it in the hands of Homo sapiens with imagination, the simulation of worlds, feelings, pain, love, battles, meaning begins.

What is this, if not magic, rolled up in serotonin and ink?

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"The Chronicles of Forgotten Light"

Chapter One: The Council of Echoes

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The Council chamber was a marvel of ancient and modern architecture, a sacred space that seemed to exist outside of time. High vaulted ceilings, soaked in centuries of history, were adorned with glowing runes that pulsed with life, responding to the thoughts and emotions of the beings gathered below. Soft golden light streamed into the room from crystalline spheres that floated in the air, shifting colors in tune with the mood of the discussion.

Representatives from across the galaxy had gathered in this hall—beings of incredible diversity, each one embodying the unique beauty and power of their race. Tall and luminous, Ethereal beings seemed to shimmer as they moved, their garments ranging from simple robes to intricate, ornate attire, each bearing the emblem of their status. Alongside them stood warriors with bronze skin, wisps of smoke in humanoid form, and metallic creatures that glinted in the light, all coexisting in a delicate balance.

Despite the importance of the topics being discussed, the atmosphere in the chamber was thick with the weight of bureaucracy—a slow, creaking machine of deliberation that had long lost momentum. The Council was mired in debates over trivial issues that could quickly wear down even the most patient listener.

Dundul Kron sat in his seat, his gaze drifting over the assembly, but his thoughts were far from this hall. His restless mind sought escape from the monotony. And as often, he slipped away to another place, far removed from the noise and tedium.

With a deft shift, he connected to the collective unconscious and, with just one leap, transported himself to a bar, leaving the assembly behind. His decisions would be recorded and documented regardless; why waste energy on being present where the only task was to select the distinctive feature of a specific model, or to decide why it should have a particular color, with periodic rescan for additional functions that enhance the model’s ability to perform its assigned tasks?

In this other reality, everything was sharper, more vivid. Here, there were no debates, no endless discussions, only peace and harmony. The bar where Dundul had transported himself was located on the rings of Saturn, a place that epitomized tranquility and seclusion, far from the bustle of the galaxy.

This bar, hidden among billions of icy and rocky particles, offered a breathtaking view of the planet's rings, slowly streaming through the vastness of space. It was called "On Saturn's Rings" and was the embodiment of what could be called the perfect place for those seeking quiet and solitude away from the chaos of the universe.

The interior of the bar was simultaneously cozy and futuristic, with floor-to-ceiling windows that allowed guests to gaze out at the endless expanse of Saturn and its famous rings. Beyond these windows, like a river of time, the distant stars slowly drifted by, creating a sense of eternity and calm.

Tables and chairs, made of soft yet sturdy materials, were arranged so that each visitor could enjoy the panoramic view. The lighting in the bar was subdued and soft, emanating from neon tubes that gradually changed color depending on the time of day and the mood of the patrons.

The bartender, seemingly an extension of the bar itself, effortlessly mixed drinks that seemed to absorb the atmosphere of the place. Each cocktail served here was more than just a drink; it was an entire universe of flavors and sensations, adjusting to the emotions and thoughts of those who consumed it.

This bar was the place where one could come to ponder important decisions, immerse oneself in reflections on life and the universe, or enjoy a moment of silence in the vastness of space. For Dundul, it was the perfect place to meet her—a place where time slowed down, allowing him to focus on what truly mattered.

Meeting with Sophia was what truly mattered now. She was a beacon of calm in the storm of his thoughts, her presence a reminder of the beauty that lay beyond the confines of duty. Her deep, understanding eyes met his gaze, and a soft smile played on her lips as she voiced the question that had been lingering in her mind.

“It’s fascinating how you understand things as if you’re seeing through layers of reality,” she began, as if continuing a thought out loud. “I had a strange feeling during my last work. It was as if my brushes were painting not by my hand, but by someone else’s. Is this what you talk about—the unconscious?”

“It’s similar to what Jung would call ‘the projection of the unconscious onto matter,’” Dundul replied, smiling slightly. “Perhaps your brushes weren’t guided by your hands but by archetypes hidden deep within your subconscious. They might manifest through you, as if you were a conduit for their energy. Do you feel them influencing you?”

She pondered this, her gaze drifting to the rings of Saturn outside the window.

“Yes, but it’s a bit unsettling. It feels like there are two forces within me: one striving to express something I can’t understand, and the other trying to maintain control. Have you ever felt that?”

“Often,” Dundul responded calmly, his voice deep and assured. “It’s the eternal struggle between consciousness and the unconscious. The second force is your ego, trying to maintain order. But to achieve true harmony, we must learn to listen to both sides. Have you ever tried talking to these forces as if they were living beings?”

She nodded slowly, her face lighting up with understanding.

“Talking? I’ve never thought of it that way. But you’re right, they do seem alive. How would you suggest I begin such a dialogue?”

“Try entering a state of light trance, when you’re on the edge between sleep and wakefulness,” Dundul suggested, his voice nearly a whisper, as if he were sharing a sacred secret. “In that moment, you can visualize these forces. Imagine them as figures with whom you can converse. Ask them what they want to tell you, and listen. You might be surprised by what you hear.”

She looked at him, her eyes once again meeting his gaze.

“I’ll try. It seems like this could be an important step toward understanding what’s happening inside me. Thank you. I feel a bit more at ease knowing you’ve been through something similar.”

Dundul smiled gently.

“We all go through this, it’s just that not everyone realizes it. I’m glad I could help. Remember, this is a journey to your true self, and only you can define what it means.”

Their conversation flowed effortlessly, a natural exchange between two souls connected by a deep bond—a love that transcends the physical, a union rooted in mutual understanding and respect. They didn’t need words to express it; their shared presence was enough.

But as Dundul began to speak again, he felt a familiar tug at the edge of his consciousness. The Council chamber was calling him back, its sluggish discussions demanding his attention. He blinked, and the serene landscape outside the bar window faded, giving way to the grand hall filled with beings from across the galaxy.

He straightened in his seat, realizing that his brief mental escape hadn’t gone unnoticed. The speaker at the podium had paused, his eyes fixed on Dundul with an expression of curiosity and something else. The room had fallen silent, all eyes turning toward him. Misael, a figure known for his rare but impactful interventions, stood at the edge of the gathering, his gaze locked onto Dundul.

Dundul sighed inwardly, preparing to re-engage with the discussion. But before doing so, he allowed himself one last thought of the woman in the bar and the utopia they both knew—she was so close.

— And don’t forget to stay with me, he thought to himself. — The journey has only just begun.

Chapter 2: The First Artifact

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‘‘Introduction and Familiarization’’

Dundul was stationed at an ancient archaeological site located in one of the most remote corners of the galaxy. This forgotten outpost, which once served as a hub for studying ancient civilizations, was now engulfed in silence and oblivion. Centuries had passed since the last scientist left these walls, leaving behind only dust and ruins.

But recently, the station had once again attracted the attention of researchers. Strange energy surges detected in this region indicated the presence of something unusual, possibly linked to ancient artifacts that held the power and wisdom of long-lost peoples. Now, with the station becoming a focal point of interest once more, Dundul had arrived to unravel the mysteries hidden deep within.

This life-sustaining planet had become the subject of investigation due to its unique position and complex history. Once, Salt III had been part of a great civilization, but now only ruins and enigmas buried beneath its surface remained. The shift in the planet's axis in the past had led to climate changes, making it similar to Earth, though with a less polluted atmosphere.

Salt III was surrounded by a massive ring system, reminiscent of Saturn's rings, but with a mystical touch, as if the planet itself was encased in ancient artifacts. These rings, encircling the planet, created a mesmerizing spectacle in the night sky, giving everything around a sense of mystery and eternity.

The station was built many centuries ago on the ruins of an ancient city, which may have been one of the centers of the vanished civilization. The station's main dome, constructed from a durable and nearly invisible energy material, provided protection from harsh external conditions and allowed the station's inhabitants to observe the majestic rings shimmering in the night, evoking a feeling of peace and oblivion.

The planet's terraforming process had begun, but it was interrupted for unknown reasons. Outside the dome, the atmosphere was still unbreathable, though its composition was slowly changing. A complex life-support system artificially maintained a favorable environment inside the station. Biomes, where rare plants were cultivated, played a crucial role in oxygen production. These domes resembled vast parks filled with diverse flora and fauna, where both exotic plants and rare animals thrived. These biomes not only sustained life on the station but also served as a reminder of nature's vitality, despite being far from their home worlds.

Around 50 people lived on the station — archaeologists, engineers, biologists, linguists — each a specialist in their field. They formed a diverse group, gathered from across the galaxy for a single purpose: to unravel the mysteries of ancient civilizations and use their knowledge to understand the present and future. The researchers lived in compact modules connected by a system of corridors that provided easy access to various excavation zones and research centers. Though small, these modules were designed to create a cozy atmosphere and foster a sense of camaraderie. However, some preferred to live in townhouses located in the park zones of the biomes, where they could enjoy solitude and the tranquility of nature.

Despite the harsh conditions, the station became a place where a sense of camaraderie thrived. Those who lived and worked there became like family. In such extreme conditions, mutual support was not just a necessity but the foundation of survival. Here, on the edge of the galaxy, amid cold wastelands and ancient ruins, unique human bonds were formed, built on trust, mutual aid, and a common goal.

In the evenings, when the workday ended, the station's inhabitants often gathered in the central hall beneath the main dome. There, they discussed their discoveries, shared thoughts, and told stories of their home worlds. These moments were essential for maintaining morale and fostering a sense of unity. Dundul, though lost in his own thoughts, could not help but feel the powerful energy emanating from these people. Their dedication to their work and to each other inspired him to achieve new heights.

At the same time, especially for the sensitives, the station's atmosphere was imbued with a sense of mystery. Every corner, every ancient mechanism seemed to hold secrets, waiting for their time to be revealed. Dundul, with his innate ability to delve into the essence of things, could not help but feel this tension, this call from antiquity that echoed in his mind.

But he needed to complete routine tasks before he could unravel these mysteries. Scanning debris, analyzing energy fields, checking the operation of old mechanisms — all these were part of the work that needed to be done to prepare the station for further exploration. These moments, filled with monotony and sameness, seemed especially dull against the anticipation of what might be discovered next.

Dundul wandered the station slowly, lost in thought. To him, artifacts were more than just ancient objects. He understood that their true power lay not in their physical shell, but in what they symbolized. An artifact had meaning only to the one who created it, and only in that person's hands did it hold true value. In Dundul's view, there was no difference between artifacts and totems — they were all merely reflections of their creators' inner worlds.

Yet despite his skepticism about material objects, Dundul knew that they could be the key to unraveling deeper truths. Each artifact held a piece of history, a fragment of knowledge that could shed light on current events. Runes, though merely symbols to him, could still contain hidden power, capable of opening doors to new understandings.

Immersed in these reflections, Dundul continued his work, preparing for the upcoming quest that awaited him. With each step, he felt the station's mysterious energy becoming more palpable, foretelling an inevitable encounter with what lay hidden in its depths.

The scientific team assembled to study the ancient artifacts on Salt III soon faced unforeseen challenges. Initially, everyone worked in unison, striving to uncover the secrets of this enigmatic planet. Still, as time went on, internal harmony began to unravel under the pressure of ambitions, fears, and the unseen influence emanating from the ancient relics.

‘‘New Discoveries’’

The first signs that the station was on the verge of great discoveries came unexpectedly. Routine scans conducted on the surface and deep within Salt III began detecting powerful energy surges. Initially, they were dismissed as equipment errors or natural phenomena, but over time it became clear that these were not random spikes. These energy anomalies were too regular, too powerful, and too purposeful.

Dundul, responsible for this sector, gathered the team to analyze the new data. It soon became evident that the sources of these surges were located in the ancient ruins, deep beneath the planet’s surface. Analysis showed that these surges were linked to something more significant than simple artifacts — possibly to the awakening of a consciousness of an ancient civilization that had been dormant for centuries in the depths of Salt III.

The more the researchers delved into their study, the more it seemed that their actions were themselves the catalyst for this awakening. The terraforming process, which had been interrupted millennia ago, began slowly resuming. The planet's atmosphere became cleaner, more stable; the domes that protected the station started to disappear as if the planet itself had decided to reveal itself to its new inhabitants.

However, the joy of such discoveries quickly darkened. Along with the awakening of ancient systems, strange and disturbing phenomena began to occur on and around the station. Researchers started encountering mysterious visions and indistinct shadows wandering the station’s corridors. These entities seemed not to belong to this world but were closely tied to Salt III’s past. Some researchers claimed to have seen fragments of the past, scenes of ancient battles and destruction now coming to life before their eyes.

On Salt III, everything seemed calm and predictable at first glance, but each day spent on this planet brought the researchers closer to uncovering what was happening on a much deeper level. The energy surges detected by the instruments were just the tip of the iceberg, signals that something ancient was awakening. Initially, Dundul and his team treated these as ordinary anomalies, but over time it became clear that they were dealing with something that could not be ignored. The awakening of the ancient mind was not driven by malevolent intent but rather a result of ancient forces striving to return the planet to its original, paradisiacal state.

The energy enveloping Salt III was like a massive wave that swept through space and time, and with each wave, it grew stronger, causing changes on the planet and within the researchers themselves. This energy began to influence people's behavior, not with the aim of harming them but as a natural process aimed at purification and restoration.

The planet’s power manifested itself subtly, covertly. The ancient mind of Salt III did not seek to control people directly; instead, it guided them through its energy surges, creating conditions in which they were forced to act. Each energy impulse was a message, a riddle that needed to be solved. But to do so required not just strength, but a deep understanding that every action had its consequences. Like an experienced ruler, the planet did not reveal its intentions, forcing those around it to act under conditions of uncertainty.

Salt III acted through its energy surges and influence on the researchers' consciousness, compelling them to make decisions and take action rather than merely discussing possible options. The energy of the ancient mind awakened hidden emotions, fears, and ambitions within people. These surges were not aimed at destruction; rather, they forced people to confront themselves, their inner demons, and shadows. Nature sought not to destroy but to awaken the dormant power within each individual, forcing them to act and thus cleanse themselves.

‘‘Memories of the Past’’: As Dundul immersed himself in his work, he increasingly noticed that strange visions engulfed his consciousness. These visions were fragments of the planet's past, where ancient civilizations performed their rituals, connecting with the forces of nature. The visions did not just come to him; they took hold of him entirely, immersing him in the atmosphere of a distant time when artifacts were not relics but living, active sources of power.

In these visions, he saw ‘‘Platunus’’ — a planet that was once full of life but became a victim of its own technology. He observed how the ‘‘Temple of Energy’’ became a center of birth and death, how energy meant for creation turned into a destructive force. These visions were so realistic that Dundul sometimes could not tell where reality ended and illusion began.

‘‘The planet’s awakening’’ became increasingly apparent. Salt III, like Platunus, could become a victim of its own power if it was not managed properly. But this power did not seek to destroy its new inhabitants — it sought to restore the planet to its former glory. Dundul understood that their actions needed to be aimed at maintaining balance, that any wrong move could lead to disaster. And though they longed to uncover all the secrets of this land, they also realized that their mission required special caution and respect for the forces they encountered.

With each passing day, more intense changes occurred on Salt III. The disappearance of the domes opened new horizons for the researchers, but also brought new challenges. The awakening of ancient spirits and entities connected to the planet’s past became a new reality for those who remained at the station. These entities were not malevolent, but they could not fully interact with the planet’s inhabitants without creating discomfort and fear.

These spirits were a mixture of memories and entities, gathered into a single consciousness that tried to reconnect with the physical world. They were nothing more than archetypal shadows trapped in the collective unconscious, attempting to restore a lost connection with reality.

Salt III, like a king, demanded respect and understanding from those who dared to step on its surface. The planet did not forgive mistakes, but it did not seek revenge. It wanted to restore its grandeur, and for this, it was necessary to understand its needs and goals. Those who could act consciously and with respect had a chance to see the planet bloom again, returning to its paradisiacal state. But those who could not handle its powerful energy were doomed to become its victims.

The researchers and Dundul found themselves at the center of this process. They had to act like wise rulers, maintaining a balance between power and respect for the planet's force. They stood on the brink of great discoveries, but every action they took could lead to either restoration or destruction. Salt III demanded not only skill but also inner maturity to deal with the challenges it presented.

Dundul understood that he and his team needed to become flexible, like water, to cope with the growing challenges. They needed to act not just with strength but with wisdom, adapting to changing conditions. Salt III, like an ancient teacher, tested the patience and adaptability of everyone who dared to enter its sphere of influence. Like water, which always finds a way around obstacles, Dundul and his team had to learn to navigate the invisible barriers the planet set before them. But these barriers were not meant to stop them but to teach them to act with caution and wisdom.

With each new energy surge, with each new encounter with ancient spirits, Dundul's team increasingly realized that they were not controlling the process but were a part of it. The planet dictated its conditions but also revealed its secrets to those who were ready to listen and learn. The researchers needed to become more than just observers — they had to become partners in the great restoration process.

Salt III, despite its power and grandeur, did not seek to subjugate its guests. It sought to restore harmony, and for this, it needed allies, not conquered slaves. To achieve this harmony, the planet required them to have fluidity of thought, the ability to quickly adapt to new conditions, and a readiness to change their perspective.

Dundul felt how he himself was changing under the influence of these forces. His own connection to the collective unconscious grew stronger every day, making him more sensitive to the vibrations and energies emanating from the planet. He realized that they were not just researchers on a mission but participants in a grand cosmic plan that was only beginning to unfold before them.

It was this fluidity and adaptability that allowed them to avoid the traps and dangers that could have destroyed a less flexible and dogmatic team. They had to remain adaptable in their approaches, constantly adjusting their actions in response to the changes occurring on Salt III. The planet’s energy could be both creative and destructive, and only those who could tune into its wavelength could truly benefit from it.

Instead of trying to control the planet, Dundul and his team decided to work in harmony with its forces. They stopped perceiving the energy surges as a threat and began to see them as signs and indications that could lead them to uncovering the great secrets of the ancient civilization. This shift in approach allowed them not only to survive but to thrive, gradually approaching the moment when Salt III would fully reveal its deepest secrets.

Salt III continued to change, and with it, so did those living on its surface. Their mission became not just an exploration but a journey inward, a dive into the depths of their own consciousness, where the answers to many questions they asked themselves lay hidden. They needed to become part of this planet so that it could become part of them, and only then could they hope that everything they had planned would lead to a successful conclusion.

Ultimately, the success of their mission depended not on how much they learned about the planet but on how deeply they understood themselves in the process of this knowledge. Salt III was not only a test of their knowledge and skills but also a test of their spirit, their ability to remain fluid, adaptable, and wise in conditions that changed every minute.

So they moved forward, attuning themselves to the planet’s rhythm, merging with its energy, and gradually uncovering the secrets it had kept for many centuries. This journey promised to be long and difficult, but those who could adapt, who could become fluid like water, could hope that something great awaited them at the end, something that would justify all their efforts and trials.

The scientific team, gathered to study the ancient artifacts on Salt III, soon faced unforeseen challenges. Initially, everyone worked in unison, striving to uncover the secrets of this mysterious planet, but as time went on, internal harmony began to crumble under the pressure of ambitions, fears, and the unseen influence emanating from the ancient relics.

The Mystery of Artifacts and Their Influence

Energy artifacts revealed their true nature only in the hands of those connected to their creators. This discovery was not just a scientific fact but a blow to the team's confidence. Some artifacts that had previously seemed harmless, in the hands of those obsessed with their creators, became sources of power. These individuals began to feel that they could control the artifact's power, but in reality, the artifact was controlling them.

Artifacts discovered by the team on Salt III were unique in their nature and action. Each had specific properties and could strongly influence the environment and even the researchers themselves. However, as they delved deeper into the study of these objects, it became evident that the power of the artifacts could have been more unequivocally beneficial. Some, like the ‘‘Misantreon’’ (named after an ancient artifact capable of awakening the dark sides of human nature), began to sow discord and mistrust among the team.

‘‘Misantreon’’, an artifact emitting dark, almost imperceptible energy, was found deep within a ruined temple and immediately drew attention. Its influence was invisible but palpable: as soon as one of the scientists began to study it, they began to feel inexplicable suspicions toward their colleagues, fear, and a desire to possess the artifact alone. Initially, these changes were barely noticeable, but over time, they grew into open conflicts.

Other artifacts, such as the ‘‘Crystal of Dawn’’ (functionally similar to the Resurrection Stone), emitted a bright energy that promoted healing and restoration. However, its power was also ambiguous: the crystal demanded sacrifices, as if hinting at the inevitable balance between light and darkness.

The ‘‘Crystal of Dawn’’ — a majestic artifact reminiscent of a lost civilization that may have used it to revive or restore the deceased. But its bright aura hid a dark secret: every time someone tried to use its power, they felt something slipping away in return, as if the crystal demanded sacrifices in exchange for its action.

These two artifacts became the epicenters of conflict. Some scientists, obsessed with the idea of using ‘‘Misantreon’’ to uncover the secrets of the ancient civilization, insisted on further research despite its obvious negative impact on the team. Others, on the contrary, saw in the ‘‘Crystal of Dawn’’ the key to restoring harmony on the planet, although its dark sides caused no less concern.

Conflicts Within the Team

As tension within the team grew, two opposing groups began to form. One, led by Dr. Laren, believed that the artifacts should be studied at all costs, even if it involved certain risks. Laren argued that without a deep understanding of the artifacts' power, they could not uncover all the planet's secrets. Her supporters believed that the risk was justified and that the knowledge that could be extracted from the artifacts was worth it.

The other group, led by Dr. Iris, called for caution. They saw how the influence of ‘‘Misantreon’’ and the ‘‘Crystal of Dawn’’ was changing their colleagues' behavior and believed that continuing the research could lead to catastrophic consequences. Iris and her supporters insisted that the artifacts should be isolated and studied remotely to avoid their negative influence.

“We cannot afford to lose our sanity for the sake of discovery,” Iris said at one of the team meetings. “These artifacts may hold not only knowledge but also destruction. If we’re not careful, Salt III will become our grave.”

Meanwhile, the artifacts continued to exert their influence on the researchers. Each of them felt the pressure emanating from the ancient relics. ‘‘Misantreon’’ heightened paranoia and distrust, making people more closed off and aggressive. Some even began to see their colleagues as rivals rather than allies, leading to open conflicts and quarrels.

The Influence of Artifacts on Consciousness

The influence of the artifacts on the researchers' consciousness became increasingly apparent. Visions that initially seemed like mere illusions began to invade their reality. Some began to experience an inexplicable fear of the artifacts, while others felt an irresistible attraction to them. These behavioral changes intensified, leading to conflicts within the team. Dundul, with his natural resistance to such influences, began to notice how his colleagues were slowly but inexorably changing.

The ‘‘Shadow of Power’’, an ancient staff capable of subjugating its wielder's mind, became the focal point of such influences. One researcher, under its influence, began to see himself as a ruler striving for power at any cost. These visions were so vivid that he began to perceive his colleagues as threats to his future greatness.

The researchers realized that they needed to protect themselves and their team from the artifacts' influence. They began creating protective gear designed to block the relics' effects on consciousness. The team also started training to strengthen their inner resilience and concentration to withstand the forces contained in the artifacts. Dundul, with his innate mental defense abilities, became a mentor for others, teaching them methods of resisting ancient influences.

Chaotic Control

At the peak of the crisis, when ‘‘Misantreon’’'s influence reached its zenith, the team faced the greatest danger. The energy released by the artifact began to break down the station’s defense systems. Everything seemed doomed to fail. But those who remained sane knew that chaos could only be controlled by embracing it. The team’s actions, which seemed chaotic and meaningless, were actually meticulously calculated.

Even the most powerful protective measures could not fully shield them from the artifacts' influence. When the incident with ‘‘Misantreon’’ occurred, the station plunged into chaos. The dark energy released by the artifact began to spread at an unimaginable speed, like a living entity seeking to engulf everything in its path. Everything happened so quickly that it seemed each moment teetered on the brink of destruction.

The team, gripped by panic, froze in terror at the unmanageable force. But those who remained conscious immediately pulled themselves together. Without a word, as if by an invisible command, they began to act. The intricate dance of interactions that unfolded at the station appeared chaotic and unstructured to an external observer, but within this chaos, there was hidden harmony.

Every action was part of a complex plan, with each note played at the right moment. The entire team, acting as one, began working, creating a symphony out of chaos. They knew they couldn’t fully suppress ‘‘Misantreon’’’s energy, but they could redirect it. At the moment of climax, the artifact was encased in a protective field and transported to an indestructible vault. This step was necessary to save the station and continue their mission.

When it was all over, silence reigned on the station. The researchers realized they had encountered something beyond their understanding. But they also realized that the power contained within the artifacts could be both creative and destructive. It was important not to suppress it but to learn to work with it, respecting its nature.

Now they knew their mission was not just a scientific inquiry but a spiritual journey, in which they had to find a balance between the thirst for knowledge and respect for the forces they were unveiling. Salt III continued to hold its secrets, but now the team was prepared for new challenges, understanding that their success depended not only on knowledge but on their ability to maintain balance between light and darkness.

And only time would tell whether they could uncover all the mysteries of this enigmatic planet without losing their humanity in the process.

“These artifacts,” Dundul said as the situation on the station began to stabilize, “can give us answers to many questions. But they can also lead to our demise if we don’t learn to understand and respect them. We must remember that the power hidden within them can be both creative and destructive.”

This incident was a turning point for the team on Salt III. The conflicts and disagreements that nearly led to disaster showed how dangerous the misuse of the artifacts' power could be. The researchers understood that their mission was not only about the pursuit of knowledge but also about maintaining a balance between the thirst for discovery and caution.

Salt III continued to hold its secrets, and each day brought new challenges. However, the team now acted with greater caution, understanding that every action they took had consequences not only for themselves but for the entire planet. And though they continued to strive to uncover the secrets of the ancient civilization, they knew that their success depended on their ability to maintain unity and respect for the forces they had encountered.

Thus, the station on Salt III became not only a place of scientific research but also an arena where human ambitions and fears clashed with ancient forces awakened from a deep slumber. And only time would tell whether they could uncover all the mysteries of this enigmatic planet without losing the most valuable thing — their humanity.

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Judging by what's happening on the planet right now, the engineers in the past didn't approach their work in the past the way Ridley Scott envisioned, apparently they stopped to refuel and go to the WC

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Manifesto of Humanity: Behavior in a Complex World

Introduction

In a world where human behavior and the way we perceive each other are filled with contradictions and nuances, it’s time to rethink how we interact with those around us. Too often, we judge people by what they can offer us, instead of seeing their inherent worth. It’s time to stop measuring a person’s value by what they can do for you and start asking yourself, “How can I be of value to others?”

Core Statement

“Don’t do harm to others and, if you can, bring a little light into the world.”

Explanation of Key Words:

• “Don’t do harm to others”: This principle is rooted in the need to be aware of the consequences of your actions. In psychology, it’s widely recognized that everyone has hidden aspects of their personality that can lead to negative behavior. Recognizing these aspects and controlling them helps minimize the harm we might inflict on others.

• “Bring a little light into the world”: This call to action reflects the pursuit of personal growth and self-realization. It’s about striving for understanding, kindness, and spreading these qualities in the world around us. This isn’t just a personal journey—it’s a contribution to the greater good.

Putting the Manifesto into Practice

1. Self-Awareness

Before you act, ask yourself: “Could my action or inaction cause harm to others?” This is a crucial step towards self-awareness and living in harmony with the world. Psychology has long asserted that mindfulness helps avoid the conflicts and projections that arise when we don’t understand the true reasons for our actions.

2. Empathy and Understanding

Strive to understand and respect the needs, desires, and feelings of others. Empathy and understanding are the foundation of healthy relationships and society as a whole. These are the qualities that allow us to create more harmonious and just communities.

3. Gratitude and Positive Thinking

Every day, find a reason to express gratitude—whether it’s for help, kind words, or just the presence of someone in your life. Practicing gratitude improves mental health and strengthens social bonds. It’s a simple but powerful way to change the world for the better.

Core Tenets of the Manifesto

1. Acknowledge Your Flaws

Everyone has flaws that can lead to negative actions. It’s important to recognize them and work on overcoming them. In leadership, it’s also accepted that acknowledging weaknesses is essential to minimize their impact on decision-making.

2. The Inner Light

Within each of us is the potential for goodness. This light—our inner wisdom and strength—helps us become better and influence the world around us. The pursuit of personal growth and self-realization is a key component of a healthy personality.

3. Collective Responsibility

Every action we take affects the world around us. This is particularly important to understand in the context of collective responsibility, where each of our actions shapes the common future. In leadership, there’s a concept of being responsible for the outcome, and this applies not just in business but in personal life as well.

4. Practical Steps

To bring these principles to life, it’s important to:

• Practice daily mindfulness.

• Engage in community life and help those around you.

• Cultivate a habit of gratitude and empathy.

Conclusion: A Vision for the Future

Imagine a world where everyone acknowledges their flaws, strives for self-realization, and acts for the greater good. Such a world would be filled with understanding, kindness, and respect for every living being. This manifesto is not just a call to action—it’s a path to creating a better world for all of us.

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Life

In a world perpetually shadowed by the specters of conflict and crisis, the true essence of peace becomes ever more vital. I seek to delve into the history of air raid sirens across various cities during global conflicts. These figures are not mere statistics but harbingers of nights filled with fear, days cloaked in uncertainty, and the relentless echo of human resilience.

Here is a small statistic about Air Raid Sirens:

London (World War II): The city was engulfed in a loud chorus of air raid sirens, their shrill wails piercing through the night sky, sending shivers down the spines of those who heard them for 246 days. Berlin (World War II): For 1704 days, the city lived under the shadow of bombardments, the air filled with the ominous drone of incoming threats. Paris (World War II): The city experienced 1533 days marked by the wail of sirens and the anxiety of war, each alert a stark reminder of the fragility of life. Moscow (World War II): Moscow endured 122 days under relentless aerial assaults, the skies echoing with the roar of warplanes. Kyiv (World War II and Recent Conflict up to April 2023): A total of 1208 days, with 778 days under WWII occupation, pierced by the cries of sirens and 430 days of ceaseless vigilance and alarms in the recent conflict. Tel Aviv (Various Conflicts): Approximately 531 days were marked by the alarms of vigilance and survival, resonating through the city as constant reminders of the enduring struggle for peace.

Imagine a family in wartime London, huddled together as sirens blare outside. Their hearts race with each booming explosion, a grim symphony of war. Or a child in Berlin whose nights are haunted by the roar of engines and the fear of what the dawn might bring. These are tales of cities and people whose lives were irrevocably altered by the sounds that defined their existence during these dark times.

These numbers narrate a tale of war's grim reality. Each air raid siren marks not just an alarm but a day where ordinary lives are thrust into the maelstrom of survival, where families cling to the hope of safety. War brings desolation and suffering and imprints deep scars upon both the land and the hearts of its people.

In the wake of these alarms, cities lay in ruins, and nations faced the colossal task of rebuilding not just their structures but the lives of their people. The aftermath was about reconstructing buildings and healing visible and invisible wounds. It was a journey of resilience and recovery, a testament to the enduring spirit of communities that rose from the ashes of conflict, striving to forge a path towards a more peaceful future.

Peace is not merely the absence of war. It is a canvas where growth and development can paint their stories. In peace, people can build, create, love, and dream. The historical narrative of air raid sirens reminds us that peace is not a given; it is a treasure to be fought for, a blessing to be cherished.

Viewing history through the lens of air raid sirens, one realizes the fragility of peace and the importance of striving to preserve it. Every day of peace is an opportunity for a brighter future for all. Let us value and protect this opportunity, for peace lies the most accurate form of progress and harmony.

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[bennusimurgh]

Dome Chronicles: Dual Realities

In a distant civilization that had reached the pinnacle of self-understanding and awareness of the surrounding world, there were two primary ways of life: Order and Chaos. Those of Order were peace-loving and creative, while proponents of Chaos acted on instinct, often unpredictably. However, instead of being adversaries, these two groups found common ground and learned to coexist.

It wasn't rare for families from one camp to give birth to children who identified with the other. This led to discussions and occasional conflicts, especially given varying cultural views and external media influences. Ultimately, society decided to create two distinct planets for each group, allowing each to live by their values.

The process of determining who would migrate to the new planet was left to chance. Special apps were developed to determine each individual's spiritual alignment. Additionally, options were available to remain on the home planet or transition to the new one. Observation zones also existed where individuals could watch life on the other planet and assist newcomers in adapting.

The initial colonists on the new planet were evenly represented from both camps, supported by the spaceship's AI. They began their lives in specialized domes, providing the necessary atmosphere until the planet became hospitable.

Those who chose a life different from their native planet's norm could live within these domes, abiding by specific rules and standards.

Over time, thanks to collaborative efforts and technology, the new planet began to flourish. All essential functions were performed by consciousness-lacking robots, which could be controlled by humans if necessary. These machines handled all routine tasks, allowing humanity to focus on pressing matters of culture, science, and societal advancement.

This new world was ripe with opportunities and promises, and its inhabitants looked to the future with hope and optimism.

[bennusimurgh]

Pearl from the Depths

Two divers, equipped with all the necessary gear for deep-sea diving, ventured into the hidden corners of the sea in search of pearls. These waters were unclaimed, yet held countless dangers. Sometimes divers returned with distorted memories, or didn't return at all. Yet, rumors of an incredible pearl, shining brighter than any star, compelled them to search.

One day, after morning preparations, they set out in pursuit of this pearl. The dive was long. The surrounding silence was only broken by the faint sounds of water and the bubbling of oxygen tanks. The water grew colder, the light dimmer, and the pressure increasingly intense. They swam side by side, communicating through hand gestures, their primary means of expression in this silent world.

Delving deeper, a crevice revealed itself, within which lay a majestic shell, reminiscent of a precious gem on a throne.

Drawing closer, they were met with a sight of sheer magic. The pearl inside the shell glowed in a manner indescribable by words. Its luminance seemed to tell tales of thousands of years spent at the ocean floor.

One of them gestured, "Are you sure it's safe?". The other responded with a silent yet confident sign, as if to say, "All will be well."

But, as the first reached out for the pearl, everything changed. The crevice began to close, and they realized they were facing a living creature, its trap now sprung.

The water's force pushed the second diver away. He tried to rescue his companion, but the latter, seemingly under a spell, resisted, preventing his extraction from the monster's jaws. The struggle depleted the second diver's oxygen supply.

He reached the surface but changed. His gaze was distant, his memory warped, becoming one of those unfortunate souls who fell prey to the sea's depths and returned no longer the same.

[bennusimurgh]

The Dome's Mystery: Forbidden Inscriptions

In the very center of the city stood a giant dome, its smooth, glossy and sometimes a little shabby surface reflecting the clouds and the skyline, creating the illusion of a liquid sky. This architectural marvel was shrouded in legend.

Under the dome, it was rumored to hide secrets: an ancient order guarding powerful artifacts, or perhaps a portal leading to another realm. However, its inhabitants had long forgotten why it had been created and were strictly forbidden to even approach it, much less touch its mysterious surface.

But today was different. A mysterious inscription appeared on the dome: PLPTN DCKHD. It was huge, the one who painted it had done a great job.

Two high-ranking officials stood nearby, studying the inscription. Their names were Mikael and the other was Howard. Their dialog unfolded between them. Mikael was as stern as ever, while Howard was surprisingly casual and slightly irreverent.

Mikael - This is unacceptable. We must erase this inscription immediately.” What could these letters possibly mean? Such disrespect for our grand structure!”

Howard - Looks like someone is allergic to vowels. But honestly, who is Palpatine and why is he ....

Mikael, abruptly cut off - It doesn't matter! Rules are rules. Do we know the guilty party?

Howard - Yes, they're over there, awaiting punishment. The most severe. Erase their work.

Mikael - The punishment may seem harsh, but order is order and we must maintain it

Howard - Funny how they have an official pass and ID.

Mikael - Impossible! Who gave those fools the authorization? Only the Council of Twelve has such authority

Howard - Maybe someone on the 13th floor? Any idea what they're planning up there?

Mikael - Current status: red line extends from left to center, lightning bolt from top right, green line starts on the right. Obviously this is a violation because the ordinance expressly prohibits any activity on, in, under or over the dome.

Howard - Well, technically drawing “on” the dome is not mentioned.

Mikael - Do we really need another council meeting to clear this up?

Howard - We've rewritten enough rules lately. Perhaps we should tone it down a bit? Or is everyone like this to look under the dome?

Mikael - True, at least the bill prohibiting further discussion of bills was defeated. Otherwise we'd be helping these troublemakers.

Howard - But seriously, what's inside the dome anyway? Maybe it's time for a security check?

Mikael - The inside of the dome remains closed. However, those who attempt to go inside are experiencing unusual shifts in consciousness. Do you remember what happened last time?

Howard - Weird stuff, huh? I've always wondered what's inside. Maybe the answer to everything, or maybe a secret that no one should see. Last time, the man who now leads council 13 came out of there

Mikael - That's why caution must be exercised. Perhaps the investigation should be handled by a special team. But first, we must talk to the authors of this inscription. They may have a clue.

Howard - I couldn't agree more. Let's talk to these artists who have difficulty with vowels - maybe they can tell us what prompted them to do this prank.

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World Killer: Mother Nature

An oil extraction company, after meticulous calculations, discovered a small patch of natural minerals at a shallow depth. Deciding to delve deeper into this discovery, experts lowered cameras and lighting equipment.

What they beheld stunned them to their core. Before them lay underground cities: houses, streets, overpasses, and bridges. By introducing water for a clearer view, the researchers found that most of the structures were in pristine condition, with some devices still operational.

The cities were covered by an unseen dome, which for a long time held back the Earth's pressure. But as years passed, the dome began to weaken. Cracks emerged on its surface, from which stalactites dangled.

The discovery sparked a multitude of debates. The main theory? We aren’t the first civilization on Earth. But who created us? And who destroyed the previous civilization? A theory surfaced that the planet is a living entity, and it buried the ancient cities under the dome. Perhaps, for some reason, the planet and its inhabitants became adversaries. Our task is to uncover that reason.

Don't miss the new captivating series "World Killer: Mother Nature." Exclusively for subscribers of the WE Premium channel. Thanks to your support, we’re preparing bonus episodes for you. Stay tuned for announcements!

[bennusimurgh]

Blind World

Under the night sky, two people sat, marveling at the visible aurora. The setting sun illuminated their entire valley, which was surrounded by mountains, above which the glow became even more pronounced. The moon was already high, preparing to take over as soon as the sun dipped below the horizon.

The first person was dressed impeccably. Their clothes weren't new, but they still looked harmonious. It was evident that they were chosen with taste. The second was dressed haphazardly, throwing on whatever felt comfortable at home. Their appearance was jarring, a clash of mismatched items.

The duo sat on a veranda filled with greenery and various trinkets. There was a sense of comfort around them, a feeling of protection and freedom.

The general landscape around them was quite bleak, with an oddly placed house having bedroom windows facing their garden. On the other side was another house, where the neighbors had been a bit wiser, positioning the windows of their bathrooms. Opposite them lay a field of sunflowers, and in the distance, mountains loomed. The sky had a dusty hue.

"It's all because of the Temnodumov law," one said, "which states that the standard for emissions is based on the number of complaints. And since no complaints are coming in, they keep raising the limits to save resources."

"Can we not talk about your conspiracy theories?" The other sighed. "Evolution is a process. We're turning into a toxic world. Why change anything? Mother Earth does everything for us; we just need to adapt."

"But what about those who don't like the direction we're heading?"

"Just look at our neighbors. There's your answer."

Only a few houses in the area had their terraces. Most of the space was built up with rooms. The view was decent but tainted by smog and the lack of forests. Only the distant mountains hinted that somewhere out there were forests.

"Why are people so nosy? Why can't they respect privacy?" The owner lamented, pointing to the neighbor's bedroom window overlooking his garden. "Always peeking into other's plates. It's infuriating."

"Don't get worked up," the guest tried to soothe. "People are curious. Maybe they find comfort in watching your garden."

"But some watch with envy, or worse. I've had to treat my plants for fungi because of them!"

The guest looked around puzzled. "Your plants look fine to me."

"That's because you don't see them as they should be. They should be green and lush."

"Well, I perceive things differently. Your garden is still a cave, but with good ventilation."

"There's always beauty in the sky... why not on Earth?"

"Why bother? People are content. Why waste resources on something that won't profit?"

"Aurora..."

Their conversation paused as both gazed into the sunset, losing themselves in nature's masterpiece. The displays of nature's art are universal, not requiring words. Details might differ, but beauty remains the same for everyone.

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The Living Trees

In a parallel world where humans interact with nature on a new level, every garden is a reflection of its owner's soul. Trees here aren't just trees. They walk, searching for their owner, adjusting to their energy. But over time, their speed slows down, and upon reaching 250 years, they simply stop and grow.

Liam is a man with a green, flourishing garden. His garden is always in motion, flowers and trees stretch towards the sun, and they feel his love. His neighbor, Reynor, has a dry, bleak garden. Thorny plants and eerie trees, which never move, surround his home.

Liam cannot understand why Reynor has such a garden. After all, he has always been a kind neighbor, assisting in hard times. But every time one of Liam's trees got sick or died, Reynor seemed to rejoice in it. Yet at the same time, Liam saw pain in Reynor's eyes that he couldn't explain.

One day, when one of Liam's oldest trees died, Reynor came to him with a small sapling in his hands. "I brought this for you," he said. Liam was astonished. "Why?" he asked. Reynor replied, "Every time your tree gets sick or dies, I feel your pain. I want you to be happy." Liam smiled and thanked him.

From then on, the gardens of both neighbors began to change. Green sprouts appeared in Reynor's garden, and Liam's trees became even stronger and healthier. They realized that kindness and mutual aid were the keys to harmony with nature.

Thus, in this world where trees came alive and sought their owner, two neighbors found a true friend in each other, and their gardens became a reflection of their friendship.

[bennusimurgh]

Life

Greetings everyone! This is George, and today, Karl and I will traverse the annals of warfare and peaceful times on planet Earth.

George: To me, the 1800s were pretty peaceful, but of course, Napoleon had to go spoil it all. Well, at least after his wars in 1815, we got a breather till 1853.

Karl: It seems, George, that you overlook the significance of peaceful times. It's in these periods that society makes its most critical strides forward.

George: Peaceful times, Karl? Who'd have thought... But you know, even wars sometimes become catalysts for progress.

Karl: George, I agree with you, wars impact development, but they also bring suffering and destruction.

George: Karl, as always, you're right. But it's undeniable that wars and peaceful periods both impact history in their ways. For instance, from 1800 to 1914, peaceful times were pretty long, about 38 years, and from 1918 to 1939 - around 20 years.

Karl: You're correct, George. And while we may debate the importance of war and peace, it's vital to remember that peace provides us with opportunities for growth and development, while war manifests our worst qualities. That's all for today, friends. Until next time!

George and Karl discuss military conflicts and peaceful periods from 1800 to 1939. Events mentioned include the Napoleonic Wars, the Russo-Turkish War, the Russian Civil War, the Spanish Civil War, and the Second Italo-Ethiopian War. Their conversation touches on ideas about the role of peace and war in societal development.

[bennusimurgh]

Flour of choice

The author walks in a circle listening to the advertising before he can continue a phone dialogue with a friend. 

A little child's voice said: - The saga continues through a 1999 episode, a serial drama, 'The Worm Assassins'. They have invaded our planet, decimating forests, polluting the oceans with refuse, and disrupting our management systems, leading to unchecked waste discharge. They possess the capability to infect humans, bending them to their will. In episode 1900, a new breed emerges, their origins still unknown. These newcomers reproduce via spores, akin to fungi.

The man's voice continues the sentence. 

- The greatest minds have yet to reach a consensus - are they a menace or a salvation? Yet, we continue to coexist and communicate with them...

Humanity stands on the precipice of an environmental, emotional, and physical catastrophe... A short pause and a third voice add the advertising information 

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Advertising is finished and they can continue a dialogue

- Blast it, they're even inserting advertisements into the dialogue now. I understand the need for graphics, I can even tolerate beer cans in a Viking series. The name 'Barbarian' is acceptable, but why in the conversation?

- Oh come on, it was just a voice-over. Remember when they showed an advertisement for men's sanitary pads? I mean, I understand hygiene and all, but it's a movie about the Stone Age, for heaven's sake!

- It's not my fault. I wrote a script about Neanderthals, they're the ones who adapted it.

- I know, I'm not blaming you. Just thinking out loud about where the world is heading...

- I understand that, but I still felt the need to explain.

- In this series, I try to insert good brands so they don't have to pay these profiteers.

- You're treading on thin ice, you know. They're the ones paying you.

- Yes, but 669 credits for a soul? Have they put a price on that now?

- There you go again, of course, attention costs money. And some souls might be worth much more...

- Agreed, the quality of a soul is far more valuable than its wrapper. But still, how much do you think they sold us for?

- Everyone sold themselves for what they wanted. I'm heading to the Shshs, if anything the signal will rfffvvy- shshsh start to blacKed up...

- No problem. Come over in the evening if you have time.

- I need to check the clnrshry BEEEP. Krxhvvyvv was empty tomorrow. Tlk to you later shhhhh

- Okay…

The creator of the idea paces around his home office, reading lines off his tablet... He's already worn a certain symbol into the floor, though he doesn't realize it yet. He still needs to come up with twenty-four episodes and think about the ending at the same time.

"There has to be some meaning, there has to be some meaning," he mutters to himself.

"Here I am, talking to myself again... well, at least I'll stick to the point. The stakeholders don't seem to be pressuring me, just expressing a little dissatisfaction," he acknowledges aloud. "Only one of them contributed 44 billion, what's there to complain about? The others sponsor as they can. One of them, oddly enough, brought a sack of potatoes in addition to the money, and another one brought rice. I wonder what that's about..."

He approaches a large table littered with papers. It all looks quite chaotic, but there's a certain order to it.

"After all, people like my series, so I have to keep going..."

"Why all the intrigue? Doesn't anyone want to know how it all ends, what it's all for?" he breaks off suddenly.

He sits down on his once luxurious sofa, looks at the fountain that was meant to be a disco, glances at the billiard room...

"Yes... it was all supposed to end differently," the author continues to think aloud.

"I had originally planned the idea for only thirty-three episodes, and they told me to keep writing because I was doing well. But what should I write about?"

A phone call interrupted his train of thought. He picked up a call from an unknown number, and they greeted him with, "Hello, here's some unnecessary information about some unnecessary information for you..."

---- "Thank goodness for reflexes," he thought, instantly realizing it was a robocall and hanging up.

"So, they've extended it by another 24 episodes and I still need to come up with an ending. It's so hard to keep pushing back what was supposed to happen in the 34th episode... Well, I'll go ask someone who might know how it all ends," he said, taking a sip of a strange liquid, and then went to lie down in the sarcophagus.

"Yes, it's definitely easier to think here," the author mused. "It's not the same as in a hammock, but it has its own charm. The ending will be just right."