Dr. Sorell adjusted her respirator as the wind howled through the crystalline canyons of Valtos-6. She had spent a decade studying the planet’s sonic minerals, which emitted haunting melodies when the wind passed over them. It had been peaceful—until now.
A pattern had emerged. The tones weren’t random. They were a message. Something, or someone, was encoding information in the sound. Sorell trembled as she deciphered the latest tones: **Leave now. Danger beneath.**
Ignoring the warning, she activated her seismic scanner. The ground beneath her shivered. The canyons weren’t just landscapes—they were sentient, stirring from an ancient slumber. The wind shifted, and the melody changed: **Regret. You didn’t listen.**
The ground cracked. As she scrambled for her ship, she realized—this planet wasn’t merely speaking. It was deciding.
The last tone she heard before darkness took her was simple: **Goodbye.**
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