Commander Elias Thorne pressed his palm against the vibrating bulkhead. It felt like a heartbeat.
The filaments began to dim, their glow transferring into the liquid sphere. The "story" of the universe—the rise of empires on sun-scorched plains, the first poems written under violet skies, the tragedies of species that never reached their own moons—began to pour into the Aura’s mainframe. It wasn't gold or technology. It was .
At the center stood a single pedestal holding a sphere of liquid light.
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