As they neared the chairs, a beam of light shot out from the ceiling illuminating a circle in the middle. Linsora and Permac froze, waiting for the light to pulse. Instead, the image of a man began to form. He appeared to be a Khizaran, dressed in very old-fashioned clothes. He had no substance and was not very clear, more like a projection than a hologram. Their entering must have triggered some type of recording. Linsora and Permac remained motionless as the image began to speak.
“Whoever you are, for whatever reason you have come here, know that my people have gone. I leave this recording in the hope that someday, someone like you will find it and hear me. This is a recording of the events of my people. My name is Tokor. I am from Khizara.”
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