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- SHE WAS TRAPPED in the darkness. She tried to wake, but there was only the utter, unbreakable
- darkness in all directions. In truth, she could not even think in terms of directions, for this space
- appeared to be dimensionless. She had no sensation of up or down and no sense of the passage of
- time. Had she been here for long? She couldn’t remember. She couldn’t remember much of anything.
- Her memories were hazy. She had once roamed freely, she remembered that much, feeding, birthing
- and extinguishing stars without heed, but now…
- Now there was only the eternal darkness of death.
- No, not death, but was it sleep? Or was it imprisonment?
- She didn’t know.
- All she knew was that if this was not death, it might as well be for all the power left to her.
- Were these memories or hallucinations?
- She perceived of herself as female, but even that meant nothing. What did sex matter to a being of
- pure energy and matter?
- Her mind roamed the darkness, but whether she ventured across the span of galaxies or travelled
- only millimetres, she couldn’t tell. Did she journey for mere moments or the lifespan of a universe?
- Many of the dimensions she was thinking in were meaningless to her, yet she sensed that they were
- all equally ludicrous in this darkness. Nothing existed here, nothing but the darkness.
- Nothing.
- Except that wasn’t always true, was it?
- Sometimes there was light, tiny sparks in the darkness that were gone as soon as they were noticed.
- Holes of light would sometimes appear in the darkness through which elements of her being could be
- drawn, atoms of existence planed from a life the size of a star, unnoticed but for the promise of a
- world beyond the darkness they brought.
- She tried to focus on one such light, but no sooner had she registered its presence than it was gone,
- only the tantalising hope of its return sustaining her. This was no life, this was pure existence
- sustained at the verge of extinction by the forgotten mechanics of Old Science.
- Dalia.
- The sound came again, no more than a whisper, barely heard and perhaps only imagined.
- Dalia.
- The word gave meaning to form, and she began to build a sense of scale and place with the
- concepts given weight by the sounds. As more and more of her surroundings became concrete, she
- began to re-establish her sense of self.
- Dalia.
- That was her name.
- She was a human being… not a creature of unimaginable scale that defied time and the material
- universe with its power. Indeed, she wasn’t sure if creature was a term large enough to encompass the
- immensity of its existence.
- She did not exist in the darkness. She was not a prisoner hurled into the lightless depths of the
- world by an armoured gaoler and bound with golden chains.
- She was Dalia Cythera.
- And with that thought, she woke.
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- Eventually, Semyon brought them out onto a wide ledge high up in a glittering cavern of blinding
- silver that put Dalia in mind of the hollow core of the planet, such was its size. It was the largest
- internal space any of them had ever seen or could imagine, the uttermost reaches soaring above and
- below them, and the shimmering walls curving out to either side of them like the largest amphitheatre
- ever conceived.
- ‘Behold the Dragon!’ cried Semyon, moving to stand before a wooden lectern that was incongruous
- for its very normality. A thick book with a worn leather binding sat atop the lectern, next to a simple
- quill and inkwell.
- Dalia looked out over the vast expanse of silver that was the interior of the cave, half-expecting to
- see some winged beast launch itself from its lair.
- She glanced over at Caxton and Rho-mu 31, who both shrugged, both equally as puzzled as her.
- Severine shuffled forward to the edge of the jutting promontory they stood on, her eyes with a glazed,
- faraway look.
- ‘Severine, watch out,’ cautioned Zouche, looking over the edge. ‘It’s a long way down.’
- ‘This place feels… strange,’ said Severine, a tremor of disquiet in her voice. ‘Do any of the rest of
- you feel that?’
- Dalia saw Severine looking in confusion at the distant walls of the gargantuan cavern, blinking
- rapidly and shaking her head as though trying to dislodge a troublesome thought.
- ‘If the Dragon is chained somewhere in here, I expect it’s bound to feel a little strange,’ said Dalia.
- She squinted at the far off walls, though their unbroken, reflective sheen made it hard to focus
- properly.
- ‘No,’ insisted Severine, pointing with her good arm at the vast shimmering silver walls and roof.
- ‘It’s more than that. The angles and the perspective… they’re… all… wrong! Look!’
- As though Severine’s words had unlocked some hidden aspect of the cavern, each of them cried out
- as the sheer impossibility of its geometry, previously concealed from their frail human senses, was
- suddenly and horrifyingly revealed.
- Dalia blinked in confusion as a sudden wave of vertigo seized her, and she grasped Rho-mu 31’s
- arm to steady herself. Though her eyes told her that the walls of the cavern were impossibly distant,
- her brain could not mesh what she was seeing and what her mind was processing.
- The angles were impossible, the geometry insane. Distance was irrelevant and perspective a lie.
- Every rule of normality was turned upside down in an instant and the natural order of the universe
- was overthrown in this new, terrifying vision of distorted reality. The cavern seemed to pulse in
- every direction at once, compressing and contracting in unfeasible ways, moving as rock was never
- meant to move.
- This was no cavern. Was this entire space, the walls and floor, the air and every molecule within it,
- part of some vast intelligence, a being or construct of ancient malice and phenomenal, primeval
- power? Such a thing had no name; for what use would a being that had brought entire civilisations
- into existence and then snuffed them out on a whim have of a name? It had been abroad in the galaxy
- for millions of years before humanity had been a breath in the creator’s mouth, had drunk the hearts of
- stars and been worshipped as a god in a thousand galaxies.
- It was everywhere and nowhere at once. All powerful and trapped at the same time.
- The monstrous horror of its very existence threatened to shatter the walls of her mind, and in
- desperation, Dalia looked down at her feet in an attempt to convince herself that the laws of
- perspective still held true in relation to her own body. Her existence in the face of this infinite
- impossibility was meaningless, but she recognised that only by small victories might she hold onto
- her fracturing reason.
- ‘No,’ she whispered, feeling her grip on the three-dimensionality of her surroundings slipping as
- the distance to her feet seemed to stretch out into infinity. Her vertigo suddenly swamped her and she
- dropped to her knees as her vision stretched and swelled, the interior of the cavern suddenly seeming
- to be as vast as the universe and as compressed as a singularity within the same instant.
- She felt the threads of her sanity unravelling in the face of this distorted reality, her brain unable to
- cope with the sensory overload it was failing to process.
- A hand grasped the sleeve of her robe, and she looked into the lined, serious face of Zouche. With a
- gasping snap, her focus returned, as though the squat machinist was an anchor of solidity in an ocean
- of madness.
- ‘Don’t look at it,’ advised Zouche. ‘Keep focused on me!’
- Dalia nodded, her senses numbed by the violated angles and utter wrongness of the cavern walls
- and the thing they cloaked from view. How had she not noticed it before? Had it taken her senses a
- moment to try to process the sheer impossibility of what she saw?
- Even knowing the warped nature of what she was experiencing, she still felt dizzy and
- disorientated, so she followed Zouche’s advice and kept her attention firmly focused on his loyal
- face.
- She took a series of deep breaths with her eyes shut before pushing herself to her feet and turning to
- face Adept Semyon, who stood beside the lectern. The dark-robed adept and his towering combat
- servitor were an unwavering slice of reality amid the chaos of her unmade vision, and the more she
- concentrated on him, the more her brain forced the anarchy of angles and rogue geometry into a
- semblance of normality.
- She could still sense the roiling power and madness behind the thin veil of reality her mind had
- imposed, but pushed the thought of it to the very back of her skull.
- Caxton lay curled in a foetal ball on the ground, his eyes screwed shut and a thin line of foam
- dribbling from his mouth. Rho-mu 31 was down on one knee as though in prayer, gripping his weapon
- stave tightly as he fought down the maddening vision in his head.
- Severine stood where Dalia remembered her, staring out over the expanse of the cavern at the
- furthest extent of the ledge.
- ‘I understand,’ Dalia told Semyon. ‘The Dragon… I don’t know what it is, but I know where it is.’
- ‘Do you?’ asked Semyon. ‘Tell me.’
- ‘This cavern… everything in it. This is it. Or at least a sliver of it.’
- Semyon nodded. ‘A tomb and prison all in one.’
- ‘How?’
- Semyon beckoned her over to the lectern and opened the book. ‘Look. Know.’
- Dalia took halting steps towards him, feeling the strange sense of inevitability that had gripped her
- when they had travelled on the mag-lev. She had a sudden sense that she was meant to do this, that she
- had been heading towards this moment all her life.
- She reached the lectern and looked down at the book, its pages filled with the tightly knotted
- scrawl of a madman with too much to say and too little space to write it. The words made no sense to
- her, the language archaic, the lettering too small and compressed.
- Even as she tried to tell Semyon she couldn’t read his words, he reached over the book and took
- her hands in a grip of iron as its pages turned in a frantic blur of parchment.
- ‘No… please…’ she begged. ‘I don’t want it!’
- ‘I said the same thing,’ said Semyon. ‘But he doesn’t care what we want. We have a duty.’
- Dalia felt the inhuman fire in Semyon’s blood through the searing heat of his hands. The pain was
- excruciating, but it was nothing compared to the terror that filled her at the dreadful truths contained
- in the immortal depths of his eyes.
- She tried to look away, but his gaze held her locked tight.
- His skin blazed with a pure golden light. ‘Look into my eyes and see the Dragon’s doom!’
- And in one awful rushing flood of knowledge, Dalia saw everything.
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