Speaker 1: This is an RJPC Audio theater presentation a part of
Robert Jerome Pagan Creations, Episode three of Journey to the
Center twenty twenty five.
Speaker 2: Who love the spines and go in screens. We're living
in the space between the world is out. So let
the silence grow, waiting for the man. So siren a
blow just on the pages, lions feeding all the creatifies.
Speaker 3: The accent door is ruside.
Speaker 4: Real space.
Speaker 3: It starts with a spot.
Speaker 5: Glen.
Speaker 2: The man John.
Speaker 4: Leap over the brink.
Speaker 3: The wall start is stopping him.
Speaker 6: The gears are involving.
Speaker 3: Mystery of everything is finally sid.
Speaker 4: Finally sid.
Speaker 2: J PC sign speak shappy.
Speaker 5: Where the cost?
Speaker 2: When the streamers traveling through the boy leaving behind one book,
one story one start at sim Yell, crossing every bonder.
Speaker 4: Story the misspoke of it.
Speaker 1: This primoral waters, the great hidden ocean beneath the earth,
a sea of creation, or perhaps a sea of forgotten dreams.
We have journeyed through the veins of Agartha, through its
living heart, and now we stand at.
Speaker 6: Its boundless shore. The sheer scale of this place defies.
Speaker 4: Comprehension.
Speaker 1: It's a world unto itself, untouched by the sun and
yet teeming with life.
Speaker 6: Impossible, the pressure, the heat.
Speaker 3: How can a body of water this size exist? It's
it's an.
Speaker 5: Ocean sheer volume of water. The geological force is required
to contain it. It's beyond anything anything I could have
ever imagined.
Speaker 4: And the light.
Speaker 5: It's coming from the water itself, which means bioluminescent currents.
Speaker 3: The paassive features are off the charts. The energy breadings,
they're immense.
Speaker 2: This isn't just water, It's a living, breathing ecosystem.
Speaker 3: A living ecosystem ran but one we know nothing about.
We are utterly exposed here, no land in sight. Want
me to raft quickly? The current seems gentle now, but
this is an unknown environment.
Speaker 2: So Professor subterranean beach vacation, except with no beach, probably giant.
Speaker 1: Squids precisely pressed in a vacation into the sublime.
Speaker 4: Kaya is right.
Speaker 1: We need to castruct a vessel. Our survival depends on it.
Necessity the mother of invention.
Speaker 6: We are explorers, yes, but also survivors.
Speaker 1: This makeshift raft, cobbled together from salvaged equipment and the strange,
buoyant flora of the underworld is our only hope. Of
traveling this vast, dark sea, a fragile vessel against an
unknown abyss.
Speaker 3: Did you the biosignatures, massive ones, multiple contexts.
Speaker 1: They're moving fast, they're colossal, and they're engaging two distinct
signatures colliding. The legends spoke of the Leviapins, beings of
immense power dwelling in the deepest waters. We are witnessing
a battle of giants, a primal struggle of dominance in
a world untouched by surface light, and we're caught in
the crossfire.
Speaker 3: Hold on rights for impact. They're heading this way. They're
going to capsize us. I can't believe. I can't breathe incredible.
We need to get out of here, Wren. Can you
find a clear path? The sonar is useless. Too much
interference ego is amplifying the chaos. Damage to the starboard
hull we're taking on water.
Speaker 6: Can't you patchet?
Speaker 3: It's too big. We need to divert damn it. The
rudder's jammed. I can't steer.
Speaker 5: Oh, We're going to be crushed. This is it. We're
not getting out of here.
Speaker 6: Miles.
Speaker 3: Look at me.
Speaker 6: We fight, We always fight. We survived barely.
Speaker 3: You're all power of This world.
Speaker 6: Is humbling and terrify.
Speaker 1: Kay's quick thinking, or perhaps sheer luck, saved us from
the jaws of oblivion. But the damage is done, and
the sea, it holds more secrets than we can imagine.
Speaker 3: The stormfront is building in the rapt It won't hold
much longer. We need to find shelter or land.
Speaker 1: Soon, a SubTerrain tempasc the very air crackles with energy.
Speaker 6: We are see if this season is not done with us.
Speaker 3: This is not merely a storm.
Speaker 2: It is a map station of our guard for scurry
or perhaps the echoes power.
Speaker 3: I hate storms.
Speaker 5: I hate them.
Speaker 1: Miles, focus on the center of their wrath.
Speaker 4: Keep low.
Speaker 3: Damast is cracking, losing control. Damn it, the rope snapped.
We're adrift.
Speaker 5: We are going to drown all of us.
Speaker 3: The energy beatings are spiking with a lightning. A storm
is feeding the echo.
Speaker 2: Everyone. Hold on, we write it out.
Speaker 6: Hold on, Miles, I've got you.
Speaker 3: We're together.
Speaker 2: What the energy?
Speaker 3: It's not random, it's a pattern. If we can, if we.
Speaker 5: Can channel it, channel it how the crystallized structure in
the raft, they're constructive.
Speaker 3: If we direct the current a lightning rod, it's a
long shot and it's incredibly dangerous.
Speaker 1: Do it.
Speaker 5: It's a holy cheer.
Speaker 3: We survived.
Speaker 1: Rends ingenuity, a desperate Gambol saved us. But the cost,
the emotional toll, is immense. In the heart of the storm,
when all seemed lost, we found solace in each other,
a quiet strength, a shared breath.
Speaker 3: Miles. His fear is.
Speaker 1: Palpable, but so is his resilience, And in the moment
that pressed against him, I felt a connection deeper than
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Speaker 6: Get ready as the journey continues later this month.