Tezos

The Descendants of the Veil

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Part IV: In the twilight of the Hyrcanian Forests, where ancient boughs whispered secrets and starlight wove through the leaves, the Čučars thrived. Their arrival was marked by the thunderous crash of colossal ships, their hulls etched with alien glyphs—a language that defied translation. These colonizers, descendants of cosmic wanderers, bore the hunger of eons. Their eyes, obsidian pools reflecting fractured galaxies, betrayed no remorse. The Galysh, once stewards of this sacred land, had fought valiantly. Their chants resonated through gnarled trunks, invoking ancient wisdom. But the Čučars wielded technology that defied the natural order. Their weapons disintegrated the very air, leaving behind shimmering voids. The Galysh fell, their bodies consumed, their memories devoured. The forest wept sap-tears, mourning its lost guardians. The Čučars reveled in their conquest. They leveled the forest, felling trees as if they were mere blades of grass. Their colonies sprouted like alien fungi, metallic structures that hummed with energy. The once-thriving Galysh wandering society retreated, their numbers dwindling. They whispered tales of betrayal—the Čučars had promised coexistence but feasted on more than flesh. They consumed memories, savoring the essence of a dying civilization. And then, the Alien Infernal Carnival emerged. Its arrival was heralded by eerie melodies, carried on winds that swept through the clearings. The carnival danced on forgotten graves, its performers clad in tattered garments—part Galysh, part spectral. Their hunger was insatiable, their eyes aflame with stolen memories. They beckoned to travelers, luring them into twilight performances. Those who stumbled upon the carnival vanished between worlds. They became marionettes, strings pulled by cosmic forces. Their laughter echoed through the veil, merging with the rustling leaves. The Čučars, too, were drawn to the spectacle. They watched, their obsidian eyes wide, as lost souls pirouetted through realms. Perhaps they sought redemption or merely diversion from their insatiable hunger.

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