As the Atlantideum resonates within the monolith, words written in my own language glow faintly on its surface. I reach

Builders dialogue

As the Atlantideum resonates within the monolith, words written in my own language glow faintly on its surface. I reach out to touch the runes...

accept your destiny. time will corrode us all.

I feel a deep itching in my arms. I look down at my hands. A red-brown patina spreads across my skin, slowly at first, then accelerating. I try to clutch my fingers but they will not move. I strain, and they snap. Great flakes of rust fall from my hands. My fingers disintegrate. Where the rust hits the ground, it begins to spread, red and dark, stale metallic blood. It consumes my legs. I cannot move. I feel my heart clog. I try to scream.

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Strain against it

I resist. With every bit of will I have, I resist. I will not fall victim to entropy. The stain becomes too much for my frozen shell. I explode in a cloud of fine red dust. Positive I open my eyes. The vision has passed, and I find a scattering of rust at my feet.

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Embrace decay

As I relax, I see the stars begin to speed across the sky. Countless years pass. Plants seed themselves in me. Animals feed upon my remains. I crumble, and I am reborn into the universe in a thousand new lives. Positive I open my eyes. The vision, all its million years over in second.

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