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Six kilometers. His heads-up display flickered. Pressure warnings blinked yellow, then orange. The singing glass here was black as obsidian, and silent. Dead. That was wrong. Every sample from the upper shaft had sung. Why were these dark?

The moment his gloved fingers touched the crystal, the countdown in his helmet changed.

Ten years of guilt. Seven kilometers of descent. Nine minutes of mercy turned to seven seconds of truth. ten789

Leo nodded, though no one could see. The platform shuddered. Magnetic clamps released. And he fell.

Then he saw it: a single crystal, no larger than his thumb, floating in the exact center of the space. It was transparent, almost invisible, but it hummed at a pitch that made his joints ache. Six kilometers

The bottom was not a floor. It was a mirror.

Ten years of drills. Seven kilometers of pure dark. Nine minutes of oxygen buffer once he hit the bottom. The singing glass here was black as obsidian, and silent

Leo tore his gaze away. Nine minutes. He swept his helmet lamp across the chamber. No glowing glass. No fragments. Just the black, silent shards embedded in the walls like broken teeth.