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The Heart of the Anvil

GPS COORDINATES: [REDACTED] // DEPTH: -4,200 FT

The descent took four hours. Down past the shale layers, past the obsidian veins, into the "White Room"—a natural cavern of massive, interlocking selenite crystals. In 1885, my ancestor stood here with a brass lantern. Today, I stand here with a thermal HUD and a dying frequency.

"It’s not a rock, James," Laughing Crow had whispered, his hand trembling as he touched the central pillar. "It’s a lung. And we are the dust inside it."

The Bore-Slug is screaming now. I can see the Lithic Society's rig—a jagged, rusted parasite clamped onto the Master Sentinel. The crystal is spider-webbing. Black cracks are spreading through the translucent quartz.

I reached out. The Mark on my hand didn't just burn; it connected. I felt the mountain's agony like a migraine. The "Quiet" wasn't a policy anymore. It was a plea for help.

SYMPATHETIC OVERLOAD IMMINENT

To stop the Bore-Slug, the Foreman must perform a Manual Synchronization.

Option Alpha:	Vent the pressure. (Destroys the "Zone of Death" surface facility).
Option Omega:	Absorb the Resonance. (Biological failure predicted).

"I'm not venting the pressure. I'm taking it all."

ARCHIVE END // SIGNAL LOST // 2025.12.22