A Dark Renaissance in Time: The Severing of the Ergodic Artery

The dark ball refracted a very dim glow off of its edges. Revolutions in its orbit have changed. Mainly due to the pull of multiple celestial objects within a system decaying over time, but evolution in it appearance has also affected its mass. This has seemingly but slowly thrown various orbits into new paths. These new directions are varying the time in and out of the goldilocks zone. It's yellow star dimming only slightly which has provided an adjustment to these paths as well. Polar extremes creating various climate changes that are now no longer even near what would have been considered stable thousands of years prior to these alterations. No longer Sol, for its dying core losing fuel weakened it's presence. Now the star is drifting off to sleep, the illumination radiating from its eye only giving the dark world a brighter void to stare into.
But even in this vast blackness, surrounded by the winking lights of a rotating galaxy, this world still breathes. It's exhalation autonomous and mechanical, its inhalation surprisingly human. Dark channels protruding over the surface covered every inch of its land. What might have been a world full of lush greens and blues was hidden beneath billions of layered roots, flowing over and under each other.

No mountain, no lake, no city once flourishing. The world was almost reptilian, corded in laminous cabling running the extent a thousand times over. Life does not survive here. On top. Yet movement in the darkness, hovering over the back of of these monstrous enigmatic pipelines, receded into the dimming of the sun. The figure knelt and lowered a hand onto the surface. A deep resonant vibration emanated from what could only be described as an amalgamation of manufactured and somehow natural material. Like a tree bursting through the ground, its fibrous tissue interweaving and blending into plastic and rubber. In reading the sensation, the figure then stood up and looked out over the landscape. The sea of tubes tripped an echo of dunes, lost in time. The individuals face, illuminated by the brief light of the sun, was covered by a system of its own tubes and glass, shrouded by a black hood and cloak. The figure turned and began to walk towards the decline as the sun melted away.

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A cold draft entered the corridor and wafted into the environment, soaking through into the passages. It's body accustomed to the lack of light descending beyond the conduit, relayed stale and filtered oxygen. Lost in a diminishing environment, there was an artificial rot settling into the air.

A girl, hidden in the shadows of a dark cable, peered into a dim light.