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The archive was beautiful this time of day, as the nearby star set, and the fires raged below. They had just finished collecting all the information this planet had to offer and were soon going to depart to join their siblings.
This planet was meant to be Collectors, but with them missing at the moment, Centauri had picked up their position for the time being.
They can't archive if they aren't here.
Collie should be back soon, from wherever they are now. Really, they need to stop running off.
Yes, they did kill their little titan 'buddies', but that wasn't an excuse to run off and leave your responsibilities for someone else to deal with!
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The darkness of this realm was suffocating, haunting, horrible, and many other words Collie couldn't think of right then and there.
The small blue orb that was their prison hummed a mechanical sound, the only sound that seemed to be in this place.
Their entertainment came from the rock-like things surrounding his prison, slowly spinning around and around, barely anything, but the only movement they could see.
The nearly opaque walls of their floating prison only let in enough light to see his only way of communicating with the outside world, a small mirror on the side of the sphere, showing the dirt it was buried under, and the hope that was buried with it.
They wouldn't see their friend again, their siblings, or their home, ever again. All he would see for the rest of eternity would be those rocks and that mirror.
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The archive had taken off to join all the others they had collected over the millennia, as a rift appeared out of nowhere and dragged Centauri into it, forcing them to leave the archive in the middle of nowhere.
The rift was mixes of blues, browns, yellows, and greens. There were likely other colors they missed, but there was no time to dwell on such matters, they needed to find out where they were.
The walls of the area were coated in a greenish glow, and they seemed to be standing in a black watery substance.
Cubes that looked like the rift were everywhere, and occasionally Centauri could see some coming out from the substance they stood in.
The walls of the place were close on either side of them, and looking up showed more of that substance.
Behind them, the walls ended and they could see small islands in the substance, stretching farther than the eye could see.
At the far end of the hallway-like area, something glowing floated. It looked like a ball with some glowing stones spinning around it slowly.
It seemed like a person was in there, someone small.
The substance under Centauri's feet sloshed as they tried to walk toward the ball, but it seemed to move away as they got closer. Soon, it moved up into an area much farther away, and Centauri got sucked into the ground, appearing back in the archive like nothing happened.
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Their prison moved recently, though they can't tell if that's a good thing or not. Hopefully, it's a good thing.
Their body seemed to fade away slowly into a black shadowy substance, and their hand won't come off the wall now, but it could change shape. He hopes that's a good thing too.
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Rifts like that shouldn’t be opening randomly, they knew that, everyone here knew that, but mortals and godlings? They always seem to forget such a detail.
That’s a good thing, it supposes, it will make their job so much easier.