The Memory Material deep in the passageway rippled.
Like a stone tossed into a calm lake, ripples of dark blue spread out from deep within the walls.
Ian stopped.
His fingertips brushed against the wall, and a clear "call" came through the icy touch.
It wasn't a sound, but a resonance that reached straight to his soul.
In his Sea of Spirit, the pale golden points of crystallized light were spinning at an unprecedented rate.
With every rotation, the resonance grew stronger.
"Down there…"
Ian looked toward the stairs spiraling downward.
The end of the staircase was shrouded in a dense, dark blue mist, and deep within it, starlight faintly flickered.
Pure, vast, and carrying the final lament of a civilization.
"Ian, that feeling… It's so awful, caw."
Gaga tucked its head in, its feathers puffing up slightly.
"It's like something has been crying for countless years and can't stop…"
"It's the lingering will of the Star Spirit Race."
Ian walked down the stairs.
