α΄΄α΄΅α΄Ή π²πΊπ½ππππΆπΏ Posted April 4, 2025 Report Posted April 4, 2025 (edited) This page is dedicated to my creations concerning the end of mankind underground, and therefore of ancient civilization. These are just theories put forward through characters and stories. Hope you enjoy the stories! I'm a French author so I translate with DeepL so forgive me if there are any mistakes. The stories are generally in short story style. This page is a place where I put my stories even if I know that not many people really read them but it makes me happy ! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Β Β Β Β Here's a story centered on a doctor who tried to understand the Rot... until he opened a forbidden breach. Β It's a diary in several acts. Quote What if the Rot wasn't a disease... but a message from elsewhere? Here are the final confessions of a doctor who has witnessed the inconceivable. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Diary of Doctor Edward.D Lelius Act I: The first doubts For years, I've devoted myself to understanding this disease we call the Rot. I've seen entire villages disappear. People huddle underground, fleeing a threat they don't understand. Β The Rot... The relentless evil that forced us to flee the surface. It insinuates itself everywhere, corrupting all organic matter. I've devoted my life to the study of this scourge, searching for a cure, an immunity. No remedy, no treatment has proven effective. Bodies decompose even before life has completely left them. It creeps in everywhere, moping over everything and with everything. Β Every day, I dissect infected flesh, study corpses, look for a pattern, an origin, an exploitable flaw. It defies all our biomedical knowledge; it is neither fungal nor viral. It destroys all our concepts of modern medicine. I've studied cadavers, contaminated plants and animals. Everything corrupts. Everything succumbs. There is no immunity. Those who seem resistant fall, slowly, inexorably. This obsesses me.Β I received a sealed letter. The sender is none other than Jonas Falx, the great city's majestic scientist. I've been invited to the main city where he conducts his experiments. But why me? Perhaps my research has caught his attention. He claims to be close to a revelation that could change the course of our existence. Β Β Act II: Eye of the Machine I've arrived at the city of Falx. A masterpiece of underground engineering, far removed from the collapse and chaos that plague the rest of the world. He takes me into his laboratories, telling me about a machine capable of observing beyond our reality. I doubt his words, but my scientific spirit prevails: I must see. Falx welcomes me to his estate, proud to show me his work. An immense structure, colossal gears turning in a hypnotic hum. He spoke of extraordinary discoveries, of visions no other human being could have conceived. Then he let me observe. When I looked through the lenses, my mind wavered. I looked. Through the machine's lenses, I saw a ruined world, a metallic nightmare torn by rust and sourceless whispers. Shadows moved in the darkness, and in the distance, a gigantic gear spun, creaking in an infinite complaint. I tried to look away, but the vision seared itself into me. I pretended to see nothing more than a devastated landscape, but deep down I know that something saw me in return.Β What was this creation and its purpose in all this? Seeing how little I reacted, Falx's mood changed drastically, and he βchasedβ me out of his laboratory. Β Β Act III: The Forbidden Experiment Back in my laboratory. The image of the world I've glimpsed never leaves me. What if the rot didn't come from our land? What if it were an intrusion, a disease from the βother sideβ? That would explain so much, the fact that rot defies all our knowledge, that it infiltrates everywhere, that we can't escape it. It's just a theory, but from what I've seen it seems the most plausible. Everything's getting confusing. I hear noises in my laboratory even though I'm alone. Clanking, like gears in motion. When I turn off the lights, the darkness seems denser than before. My notes become illegible, my handwriting trembles. Still metallic sounds when my machines are switched off, something is happening. Last night, I felt a presence. Something was watching over my shoulder. I turned around: nothing. Yet I know it was there. I've seen my shadow move in ways I can't, I see things in the corner of my eye at times. My theory is becoming an obsession.Β What if Flax's machine was a portal? A passageway to something that shouldn't exist here? The rot isn't just a disease... it's a call. An invitation. And I've been watching too long. - - - I now know that nothing and nobody can escape the Rot. It's omnipresent, inevitable, insidious. After my return from the city , my research took a darker, more pragmatic turn. I needed results. Corpses no longer offered answers. I needed the living. I crossed a line from which I cannot return. I used human beings. Former patients, condemned patients, lost souls seeking refuge in our underground. I promised them hope, a cure... a lie. They became my subjects of study. One survived longer than the others. A full week before his body collapsed, eaten away from the inside. His agony was a revelation. The Rot doesn't destroy immediately. It adapts. It plays with its prey. But even that wasn't enough. I began to work on an even blurrier, more unholy frontier: that between life and death. The bodies, still warm but soulless, seemed more... receptive. Their tissues vibrated under the effect of the Rot, as if waiting for something, an impulse, a command. I observed movements. Spasms at first, then coordinated, almost calculated gestures. One of the bodies turned towards me. Its eyes were absent, but I swear it was looking at me. I didn't run. I took note. I continued. They became something else. Indistinct, moving, distorted shapes. I never found a name for them... but they shivered constantly. As if they were struggling to stay in this world. As if something older were trying to shape them again. Maybe they're still and I'm imagining things. I'm no longer talking about experiences. I'm talking about a creation, involuntary perhaps... but real. Β But that wasn't enough. I needed more. I worked on a machine, a copy of Falx's own. I used my contacts to obtain a temporal gear, stolen from the city of Falx. With this artifact, I built my own machine, smaller, more discreet... But no less dangerous. I've tried to make a smaller copy and it's ready, so I can't wait to try it out. Β Β Act IV: The Fall As I set the cog in motion, a dull roar invaded my laboratory. The metal vibrated beneath my feet, sparks danced on the walls, and a spectral light escaped from the lenses of my machine. I inserted a fragment of Rot into the energy field. A second of waiting. An eternity of anguish. Then the void tore open. Beyond the opening, I saw a world corrupted, torn apart, devoured by rust and nothingness. A sea of dying metal structures, towers torn apart, groaning carcasses that still seemed to breathe under the weight of broken time. In the distance, a gear as large as a mountain turned slowly, each tooth grinding like a howl of pain. And in this vision of horror, he saw me. A massive figure. Immobile. Its presence made no sense, yet it filled the space. Its shape seemed blurred, shifting, as if it were both rust and flesh, machine and nightmare. Its eyes... if it had any, they were invisible, but I knew. I knew he was looking at me. A vibration rippled through the room, shaking my equipment. My notes flew in all directions. A primitive shiver ran through my body, an archaic fear that even my instincts couldn't explain. I wanted to step back, to turn off the machine, but my hands refused to move. Then the Rot reacted.Β The fragment I had introduced began to pulsate. It expanded, as if recognizing this place. As if it had finally found its source. It escaped. My machine spun, the gears screamed, and the Rot spread like a living wave. It seeped into ducts, walls and bodies. My subjects became something else. They moved when they shouldn't have. They looked at me. Β Β Act V - The end of the world The Rot has taken on a new form, more voracious, faster. It escaped from my laboratory. It spread with unimaginable speed. And the shivers... They came back to life. But it wasn't life. It was... an imitation. A puppet pulled by shadow strings. Their flesh tensed, stitched together by rusty veins. Their bones cracked in a precise, controlled order, as if someone or something were rewriting their very nature. They still shivered. But no longer with fear. Hunger, perhaps. Of alien will. Β The streets collapsed under a mantle of decomposed flesh and rusted metal. Screams echoed in the stone, voices calling for help, others screaming without words, without reason. Everything was consumed by the evil I had unleashed.Β IΒ fled. Away from the laboratory. I ran through the tunnels, the corridors. And it was then, as I turned around one last time, that I saw it: my machine had imploded. With a monstrous crash, a pillar of black light rose towards the rocky vault. The ground ripped open and, at its apex, a rift opened. One of those whispered in legends, a screaming passage between moments, a chasm into the chaos of time. People around the rift fled, screamed, called out. Then they froze. Their bodies arched, their faces twisted by pain or... by awakening. They changed. Twisting under an invisible force. Their eyes blackened, their flesh darkened. And they stopped running. But began to attack everything in sight. What did I do? They began to wander. Wobbly, off-kilter silhouettes, lost in the flow of corrupted time I hid in a cave. To you who read these lines, may God help you, may he keep you, for I went against him. I should never have tried to understand. I should never have looked. Β ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Spoiler I hope you enjoyed the story I try to keep producing more!!! 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