Beyond Antarctica I

There are places on the world map that seem like blank spaces,empty spaces between coordinate lines,frozen regions with no story.Antarctica is,for most people,one of those places:a land of eternal cold,endless storms and absolute silence.But the truth is that silence does not mean the absence of life, sometimes it just means that no one has listened closely enough.Throughout history,there have been rumors,strange reports,testimonies lost in dusty archives.Explorers who claimed to have seen inexplicable lights under the ice.Satellite photos with impossible shadows.Old maps,in which the edges of the continent did not end with water,but with 'unknown areas'.All of this has been attributed to hallucinations,instrument errors or,simply,imagination.Until the night Dave dreamed.It was not an ordinary dream,but an image so clear that he felt the sharp cold in his lungs and the sound of ice cracking under his feet. Ahead,beyond a huge wall of ice,stretched a green valley,bathed in the light of three suns.He knew,without being told,that this place did not exist on any map,and yet,it was real.Thousands of kilometers away,in the same city,Ann dreamed of something else:a huge piece of ice,crossed by a crystalline tunnel. At its end,the air was warm,fragrant,and the sky had colors they had never seen before.In the morning,when they shared their dreams,they understood that they were not simple coincidences.The fragments completed each other perfectly,like two pieces of the same puzzle.And,deep down,they both felt the same thing:that someone or something had called them.What they did not yet know was that the path they were about to take was not just a geographical expedition,but a passage between worlds.A journey that would forever change their perception of what 'Earth' and 'humanity' mean.Because,beyond Antarctica,there is a world that no one talks about.A world that has chosen to remain hidden.And which,perhaps,will not have this choice for a long time.