And The Story Continues! [part 1] [Win Exiting Prizes]

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Welcome Fellow Community Members to our weekly December Community Contest, your one-stop place for you to win exciting prizes. :tada:

A new contest will be announced on Monday of each week. Next Contest: 09 Dec '24

We want to give our lovely community members a fun and enjoyable way to win some bitcoin. Check out the contest below:

In this week’s contest, we will be doing things a little bit differently. This contest is the 1st of a four-part contest that will continue all through the month of December. Each week the winning answer will carry forward the story below until the last contest.

In addition to the weekly contest winner, there will be a special prize announced in the last week.

:writing_hand: And The Story Continues! [part 1]

It began with a faint light.

A group of amateur astronomers noticed it first—an unusual, pulsating glow in the night sky. It wasn’t a star, nor a satellite, but it moved with intent, growing brighter with each passing day, moving just like the moon does in the night sky but faster. Social media lit up with theories: a comet, a rogue asteroid, a satellite, maybe even a UFO.

Most dismissed it as harmless. The whole world had seen the light by now but had no idea what it was. Satellites, sonic planes, and even military-grade gadgets were all powerless over this object, as no one could detect what this strange orbiting light was.

Then, six days later, the light stopped moving.

It hung in the sky, steady and unblinking, directly above the remote village of Karyamukti, Indonesia. Scientists scrambled to explain the phenomenon, but answers eluded them. Meanwhile, in Karyamukti, strange things began to happen. Electronics flickered unpredictably, compasses spun wildly, and the air hummed with a low, otherworldly vibration.

One night, a local resident stumbled across a peculiar object in the woods near his home…

How to Participate?

Continue the story in 200-300 words. You can take the story in whichever direction you like, adding fictional or nonfictional elements.

The most creative, imaginative, and mind bending answer(s) win!

Deadline: 08 December 2024, 11.59 PM EST.

1 winner,
Prize: $50

  • All contests must be played within the community thread.
  • Do not copy or refer to answers from the internet.
  • Use of AI is prohibited.
  • Do not share any personal information in the community thread.
  • Only one entry per user.
  • Take into consideration the contest deadline.
  • Please mention your Bitcoin address in your post

Edit:

Winner Announced: @Layer3bin

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He stumbled upon a crystalline structure, shimmering faintly with the same pulsating glow as the light in the sky. The object was about the size of a human head, perfectly symmetrical, and seemed to float inches above the ground. As the villager approached, his breath quickened—not out of fear but an inexplicable sense of reverence. The hum in the air grew louder, resonating in his chest.

Before he could call out for help, the crystal emitted a pulse of light that enveloped him. His surroundings dissolved into a kaleidoscope of shifting colors. For a moment, he thought he was falling, but then he realized he was being shown something—a vision, a memory, or perhaps a message.

He saw vast, interconnected cities of light suspended in the void of space. He felt an overwhelming sense of unity and purpose from beings he couldn’t quite see, only feel. The visions shifted, showing Earth’s timeline—wars, natural disasters, and moments of fleeting peace—before focusing on Karyamukti. It was as if this tiny village held some untold importance to the world’s future.

When the light receded, the man found himself back in the woods. The crystal was gone, but the hum remained in his ears. Unbeknownst to him, the encounter had marked him—his eyes now glowed faintly with the same light. Villagers soon noticed strange changes in him: an uncanny ability to heal injuries, predict events, and even communicate in languages he’d never learned.

Word spread quickly, and Karyamukti became the center of global attention. But what no one realized yet was that the light in the sky wasn’t just observing—it was waiting. For what, no one knew. Only the villager could feel the silent countdown in his mind. Something was coming. Something far beyond comprehension.

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He was a fisherman and had seen many strange things from the oceans depths, but he had never seen anything quite like it.

The object was hidden in the bushes near his home. It was as big as a small goat, and oval shaped, like an ostrich’s egg. Unlike the latter, however, it seemed to pulse with life and its surface was riddled with blue veins that seemed to glow in the darkness. The fisherman was more intrigued than scared, curiousity causing him to reach for the egg thing against his better judgement.

It was cold to the touch but not unbearably so, he noticed as he touched it and traced its surface with his fingers. That night, the light in the strange sky seemed to glow brighter, casting shadows across the grass but the man didn’t seem to notice, too entralled by the otherworldly beauty of the egg thing.

He took it back the way he came, hiding the precious object he was already so attached to in the outdoor shed near his home. He didn’t want his family to find it, lest they crack or damage it.

Every night for nearly two weeks, he snuck into the shed to examine his hidden treasure in the dark of night and each time, the light from the sky shone brighter, its rhythmic pulse seeming to match that of the egg thing. Deep down the fisherman knew that this strange object was somehow connected to the mysterious light glowing from above but he was too far gone, already sworn to wordless servitude. He was already mesmerized by the hidden secrets of the egg thing. Sometimes it whispered to him in unknown languages when he touched it. Other times he could see its contents clearly in his dreams but he always forgot when he woke up.

Whatever it was, it was beautiful and misunderstood and interesting; he was compelled to protect it with everything he had.

Then one morning, Karyamukti woke up to the sounds of sorrowful weeping and the unmistakable smell of death. It was the fisherman’s wife, weeping over her husband’s mangled corpse. The state of his body was bizzare; with hundreds of tiny holes riddling his flesh. Even worse was that there was nothing to show as evidence for his strange death.

After a brief period of mourning, he was buried quickly as was the custom in the village and life went on as normal — as normal as it could be with a mysterious light hovering up above.

Down below in the belly of the earth, however, the dead fisherman was fulfilling his ultimate purpose.

Millions of tiny eggs lay in wait inside his decomposing flesh, waiting for the right time to hatch…

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…Joko was on his way home after working on his rice farm all day. The glowing light in the sky guided him home, like a night sun.
His foot hit a cylindrical object on a secluded path and, although he stumbled away with a hiss of pain, he was still curious about what it was.

With a flashlight he could see the object clearly; it looked unremarkable at first glance, it was like a cylinder carved using superior wood with swirls and spirals decorating the outer shell.

Joko took it home and examined the cylinder even more. As he did, the fragile top came off and a yellowed, rolled up parchment fell on the table. He looked at the paper apprehensively, his fingers tracing the unfamiliar drawing on it. It was a depiction of constellations, very clearly labeled and neatly drawn…but something about the constellations was wrong. Joko did not know them - not from the books he had seen at the village school, not from the stars he had looked upon on countless clear nights. The lines between the stars formed disgusting shapes, almost human and yet twisted, with too many limbs or hollow gaping mouths.

Beneath his fingers, the parchment began to hum, a low and sonorous sound, a lot like the revving of a machine. The ink of the drawing shimmered and then rippled as if it were alive. The constellations shifted, rearranging their positions to form a new and unrecognizable map. At the center of this new map was a star, a circle of interlocking spirals that pulsed faintly, like a heartbeat.

In an instant, the light from the outside sky was glowed brighter, streaming in through the gaps in Joko’s bamboo walls like liquid fire, pooling around the parchment and filling it with light. Shadows danced unnaturally across the room, stretching and twisting bizzarely.

Outside, people had run out of their houses, screaming in fear, crying out prayers. The light by now was blinding and blinked incessantly, like a beacon heralding destruction, and Joko could feel its heat from inside his house.

At that moment, he felt nothing but fear and dread.

It was obvious that the light in the sky was a beacon; something out there was on its way, and it was his curiosity that had hastened the process.

Whatever it was, he had opened a map that would lead it straight to Karyamukti…

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