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Dawnum Embrace

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Description

Log Entry: 0524-LRW Location: Dawnum - Coordinates: Unknown Subject: The Realm of Perpetual Morning We've encountered a place that defies understanding—an expanse where the sky is forever in the delicate embrace of dawn. The sun hovers just above the horizon, casting a soft, golden light that lingers without ever reaching midday. The colors shift between pale orange and soft pinks, creating an atmosphere that is both serene and haunting. It’s as if the day itself is suspended, never fully emerging, never slipping into night. The most striking feature of this place, however, is the waves—though not of water. Instead, there are continuous ripples that move through the air, subtle yet constant. These waves undulate across the land, their motion almost imperceptible at times, and at others, striking in their pattern. They don’t disturb the ground beneath our feet, but their presence is undeniable. It’s as though every inch of the space is in gentle, persistent motion. These ripples create an odd sense of instability. The horizon never seems to settle, always shifting in small ways, as if the landscape itself is caught in an endless cycle of minor transformations. No matter how far we go, we never seem to escape it—the sky, the waves, the steady pulse that fills the air. Time here feels uncertain. It doesn’t pass the way it does elsewhere. There’s no clear beginning or end to the day, no marked shift. The waves, while tranquil, carry an undercurrent of something deeper—an awareness that the rules we know do not apply here. The crew has noticed it as well, a subtle unease that seems to grow the longer we stay. It’s as though we’re moving through something that is more than just a place—an experience that doesn’t yield easily to logic or reason. Despite all attempts to analyze, the waves continue to elude any explanation. They can’t be measured in any way that makes sense; our equipment fluctuates, recording data that doesn’t quite add up. It's as if the very nature of this place resists comprehension. We remain, unsure of what we’re meant to discover here—or if discovery is even possible.

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