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After a traumatic dream filled with haunting images and ancient symbols, you discover that daily chores are difficult to concentrate on. The next night brings on an even more discomforting dream. In it, you see yourself along with nine mysterious figures standing upon an ancient sigil that has been long forgotten. It looks like a double pentagram with one upright star placed over an inverted one. From there on, everything else fades to black.
In the morning, you contemplate what you have seen and decide to get answers. After some research, you discover the images from your dreams are all located on the planet Amal. With the coordinates of the sigil recorded, you leave immediately to investigate that which has haunted your dreams.
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As you enter Amal's atmosphere and look for a landing zone over the capital sector, you take note of the vast amount of strange ruins that lie beneath. Your eyes follow what seems to be limitless columns, archways, and strange architectural structures that fade into the distance. One could easily conceive the idea that the entire planet is nothing but sandy brown ruins. What ancient race had such ability or even time? Seems once everything was completed, they vanished...
Finally touching down, you wait for the dust to clear and begin taking readings of the environment. The computer concludes that there is oxygen even though no living plant-life is visible in your vicinity. The temperature comes to exactly 72° and from further reading, the planet seems safe to walk on. You are still baffled over this odd journey ever since you left home.
Every footstep you take kicks up a cloud of dust. The air is so fresh with each breath you take in, yet there still seems to be no foliage in sight. However, the dry dead remains of bushes in the area give the idea the planet once was beautiful. Other than dead planets, it confuses you as to why the area is so dry since there appears to be a heavy overcast that blocks much of the sun's light. Perhaps it will rain soon? You shrug the idea off as you concentrate on finding that sigil from your dreams.
Investigating the area, you notice all of the tall columns and archways that stand over the rest of the rubble. Some have fallen and crumbled into pieces but most seem to remain standing strong after countless centuries. You observe them closer to acknowledge exquisite carvings that show a variety of incomprehensible characters. Trying to decode what it means would be deemed trivial by most.
Making your way into the mess of exotic ruins, the whistling of the soft wind in your ears begins to sound like a voice. As the breeze picks up, the voice becomes clearer. This voice calls to you and pulls you in a certain direction. You succumb to it's intoxicating sound...
I've been shooting myself up with caffeine-Plus each night. The potent stimulant has been my savior from keeping away those wretched dreams. Why am I even getting them? It makes no sense! Is she calling to me? It can't be cause she was proven dead and there was no chance of reviving her. Maybe it's from the dead space that surrounds me.
"Here I sit in solitude. Bare of reason and filled with false hope. I float aimlessly." I speak to myself whilst typing it into my holographic notepad. The meaning behind it represents me. After surfing through the History of Writing File from yesterday, I've been quite intrigued by this 'poetry'. After several ill attempts, I finally understand it well. Heh, I bet only the depressed wrote this stuff...
Not after long, my mind reads like a blank book; unable to set my mind to something and yet knowing all I am capable of doing. I'd rather not be bothered by these dreams anymore and so I've finally decided to head to the mysterious planet of Amal. The coordinates have sat idle on my navigation screen for sometime now until finally I've grown a backbone and submitted the order to the ship's auto-pilot. "I hope this will benefit me in the end..." I say foolishly out loud as no soul could possibly hear me. I sigh soon after and look to my laser pistol. It looks friendlier than it ever has but... it will wait to have its fateful date with me.
---------Entering Amal's atmosphere----------
"Here it is." I speak to my reflection in the windshield and then pull away to gather my equipment. I won't need much, I'm sure. Just the weapons and some minor supplies should do. After all, I'm not expecting any company and I doubt there is any life on the planet besides some archeologists. "Preparing landing gear. Atmospheric Stabilizers at 84%. Outcome: Minor tremors felt." The ship's AI continued its landing protocol as I got dressed. The blue holographic screen lit up much of the dark interior of ship. I never really was one for bright lights... most likely the reason why I kept to the outer regions of space.
"...Detecting filtered oxygen. Prepare for subtle tremors in 3... Playing requested audio track for emotional stabilization until landing process complete." The AI screen went blank and the last word spoken was quickly followed by an enjoyable song I salvaged off a corpse on a dead ship. I felt the song fit the moment immensely.
"...72°. Plentiful oxygen. Welcome to Amal. AI on standby. Watch your step, Amina. Hope to see you soon. I will activate security measures once you leave." The screen faded and left me to continue my duty in getting answers on my dream. This placed looks like a shit hole and I really don't know what could be here for me but I'll give it a chance. Maybe an hour before I come back. Honestly, all I can see are ruins and dirt and no one welcoming me with a weapon in hand. I open the side door on the craft and breathe deeply before exiting. Already I'm overwhelmed with dry air. Ugh... I hate static. This quest better be worth my time.
As I step out, my right boot makes contact with the hard ground and dust emits. Great, I'll be coughing non-stop soon enough from the heavy dust. With each foot, the dust creates a slowly fading trail behind me. In hopes of losing the dust, I levitate up onto a sturdy column and land with a soft landing. 'Ah, now I can actually see where the hell I'm going' I think to myself, enjoying the view. From here, I continue easily hopping from column to column...