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Taking a deep breath, she tried again. "This place," she began, gesturing around the cramped temple, "it's… not real. It's a trap. They call it Earth, but it's a lie."

Elara clenched her fists, frustration etched on her face. Communication was the hardest part. This primitive useless language, with its guttural sounds and clumsy grammar, she felt inadequate to express the urgency of her situation without using mind signs, as to why she was here.

She looked at Silas, the human who was searching the temple when she crashed landed.

Silas frowned, his gaze flickering to the rain-streaked window. "Earth? Who says that was a lie, it's been here for more than 4 billion years...

Elara winced at his misunderstanding. "The ones who hold us here. They call themselves Guardians, but they're exploiters. We're… specimens, objects of study in their twisted zoo."

Silas stared at her, his eyes wide. Was she crazy? Or was there a flicker of something… alien in her words, in the way her gaze seemed to pierce his very soul?

"They took us from our world," Elara continued, her voice trembling slightly. "We call it Aldebar a place of Tauri power, a threat to their… reality. But Aldebar is dying... the red sun is fading. Its destruction is inevitable over 1000's of years of war. And when it falls, there's no more need for this prison planet."

Hope flickered in Elara's dark cold eyes. "I need to access the remaining star children left on Aldebar, in this stone temple is a transmitter, to understand, I need information, codes, a way in. You will help me. You have no choice."

The gravity of her words hung heavy in the air. Silas, a simple archeologist, felt a wave of fear wash over him. But then he looked into Elara's face, saw the desperation, the raw terror. He knew, with a certainty that surprised him, that she wasn't crazy.

"I don't know these codes," he finally admitted, his voice firm. "I have searched myself over the years, but the language is unknown, the columns are still undeciphered from discovery.

Using mind signs, the terror Elara imagined ran though his body causing a little pee to run down his leg.

No promises, I can try, maybe you know the symbols, the chronological order to the stones?

Elara's face broke into a hopeful glimmer, the first genuine one Silas had seen, and he didn't want be a casualty. It was a glance that promised him a future far more extraordinary than he could ever have imagined.

Just maybe, he could help her contact the beings back in Aldebar, and in doing so, find a place in this world where he was more than just a follower, possibly a discovery of unknown worlds.

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Taking a deep breath, she tried again. "This place," she began, gesturing around the cramped temple, "it's… not real. It's a trap. They call it Earth, but it's a lie."

Elara clenched her fists, frustration etched on her face. Communication was the hardest part. This primitive useless language, with its guttural sounds and clumsy grammar, she felt inadequate to express the urgency of her situation without using mind signs, as to why she was here.

She looked at Silas, the human who was searching the temple when she crashed landed.

Silas frowned, his gaze flickering to the rain-streaked window. "Earth? Who says that was a lie, it's been here for more than 4 billion years...

Elara winced at his misunderstanding. "The ones who hold us here. They call themselves Guardians, but they're exploiters. We're… specimens, objects of study in their twisted zoo."

Silas stared at her, his eyes wide. Was she crazy? Or was there a flicker of something… alien in her words, in the way her gaze seemed to pierce his very soul?

"They took us from our world," Elara continued, her voice trembling slightly. "We call it Aldebar a place of Tauri power, a threat to their… reality. But Aldebar is dying... the red sun is fading. Its destruction is inevitable over 1000's of years of war. And when it falls, there's no more need for this prison planet."

Hope flickered in Elara's dark cold eyes. "I need to access the remaining star children left on Aldebar, in this stone temple is a transmitter, to understand, I need information, codes, a way in. You will help me. You have no choice."

The gravity of her words hung heavy in the air. Silas, a simple archeologist, felt a wave of fear wash over him. But then he looked into Elara's face, saw the desperation, the raw terror. He knew, with a certainty that surprised him, that she wasn't crazy.

"I don't know these codes," he finally admitted, his voice firm. "I have searched myself over the years, but the language is unknown, the columns are still undeciphered from discovery.

Using mind signs, the terror Elara imagined ran though his body causing a little pee to run down his leg.

No promises, I can try, maybe you know the symbols, the chronological order to the stones?

Elara's face broke into a hopeful glimmer, the first genuine one Silas had seen, and he didn't want be a casualty. It was a glance that promised him a future far more extraordinary than he could ever have imagined.

Just maybe, he could help her contact the beings back in Aldebar, and in doing so, find a place in this world where he was more than just a follower, possibly a discovery of unknown worlds.