Echoes of the First World

Previously

…But it was too late. The vortex of light flared, engulfing them. The Odyssey, docked safely outside, suddenly shuddered, its internal lights flickering wildly. A wave of disorienting energy washed over the crew, and the familiar architecture of the megastructure dissolved into a blinding, kaleidoscopic chaos. They were no longer standing in a silent colossus; they were adrift in a sea of fractured time, witnessing the dying breaths of a civilization that had reached for the stars and found only oblivion. The echoes were no longer whispers; they were a deafening roar, a testament to a past so profound, it threatened to consume them all.