Atlantis, a jewel nestled in the Atlantic's embrace, hummed with a vibrant energy unlike any other. We had mastered technologies that would seem like magic to your modern eyes – energy drawn from the ocean's currents, vehicles that danced beneath the waves like dolphins, and devices that could heal with a touch. Our knowledge, however, wasn't solely our own.
The beings that taught us knowledge and wisdom came from Xylos, a planet closer to planet Niburus at the edge of our uiverse. They were beings of light and wisdom, their spaceships shimmering like captured starlight with speed that no man can comprehend. They gifted us with understanding – of manipulating gravity, of harnessing the power of crystals, of bending time itself. We flourished. Atlantis became a beacon of progress, a harmonious blend of our Atlantean ingenuity and Xylossian knowledge. We built great universities where humans and Xylossians worked side by side, unlocking the universe's secrets. Life was… perfect.
Then came the red sky.
Their ships blotted out the sun, monstrous metal birds spitting death. Our defenses, so advanced, were useless against the Martian onslaught. They wielded weapons that disintegrated our crystal towers, that boiled our oceans. I remember the screams, the chaos, the smell of burning coral and salt. I remember the fear in the eyes of my Xylossian friend, Xylo.
I don't know how I survived. In the chaos, a Xylossian device, meant for interdimensional travel, activated. I was flung through a swirling vortex of colors, ripped from my home, from my life. I landed here, in this… simpler dimension. A world that knows nothing of Atlantis's glory, or its fall.
When I see your world now, your towering cities, your technological marvels. And I feel a cold dread creep into my bones. You, too, may reach for the stars, you too believe in your progress. But have you learned anything from Atlantis's fate? Have you looked to the sky and considered the darkness that might one day descend?
My heart aches for Atlantis, for the lost knowledge, for the friends I left behind. But it also aches for you. Because I know, deep in my soul, that if we don't learn from the past, we are doomed to repeat it. And the thought of another world, another civilization, meeting the same fiery end as Atlantis… it terrifies me. It keeps me awake at night, a constant, gnawing fear that whispers, 'They are coming.' Not just to Atlantis, but to everywhere.
