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The Murmuring Pools of Varn IX

Short story in ALT

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Long before stars lit the sky of Varn IX, before language or tools or even names, the planet dreamed. And in that dream walked the Kahrul. The Kahrul were not born, nor shaped. They emerged, slow as mountains shifting, ancient as the black soil that whispered secrets to the roots. One such being, massive and smooth-skinned like weathered stone, padded silently through the jungle underbrush. It stirred no birds because Varn IX had no birds. It rustled no trees because the trees themselves leaned out of its way in reverent memory. Its eyes glowed not with thought, but with remembering. At the center of the jungle was a pool. The jungle did not grow around it. It yielded to it. The pool shimmered with a bioluminescent pulse that mimicked the rhythm of a sleeping planet’s heartbeat. When the Kahrul reached the water’s edge, it did not drink. It listened. The water rippled without wind. Patterns formed, not random but ancestral. Glyphs older than stars. The planet was murmuring again. And the Kahrul, eternal sentinel of forgotten instructions, was there to receive the update. Across the stars, humans would eventually catalog Varn IX as “inhospitable.” Too rich in strange gases. Flora that rejected classification. No consistent daylight cycle. No exploitable resources. But that was fine. The Kahrul were not waiting for humans. They were waiting for the next dream.
June 1, 2025 at 4:18 AM