The Ashan Report. Final entry.With the ship gone, no recorders are left to document Ayala’s movement. The remaining probes, deployed just before the launch, have been gathering data in a predetermined pattern for the past two days: mostly long range infrastructure and geographical analysis, coupled with constant energy readings. But in its search, one of the probes briefly encounters her standing atop of a small hill, surrounded by never ending lush fields all around. A small tree, the only one as far as the recording can reach, seems to be very slowly growing right in front of her eyes.
The drone’s faint buzzing sound catches Ayala’s attention and she turns, surprised, to face it.
“…How did you make your way here…?”
She tilts her head to the side and her look falls to the ground, her e
