Beyond Antarctica 🗺 Más allá de la Antártida (Eng/Esp)

Beyond Antarctica

In a distant, cold and desolate land, where apparently there is nothing.
Life has forgotten its existence, no colours can be seen on its surface.

Frozen on the face of the earth, neither green shoots nor traces of some forgotten being.

There this lost pilot was flying over, the radars were down and the plane's gadgets were going haywire. He believed it was the end of him, even if he survived the fall, he would not live in the ice of Antarctica. A climate so cruel that it would eat his life and no one would ever find him there.

Más allá de la Antártida

En una tierra lejana, fría y desolada, donde aparentemente no hay nada.
La vida se ha olvidado de su existencia, ni colores en su superficie pueden verse.
Helada sobre la faz de la tierra, ni brotes verdes ni huellas de algún ser olvidado.
Allí estaba sobrevolando este piloto perdido, los radares no funcionaban y los artefactos del avión estaban enloquecidos. Creía era su final, aún si sobreviviera a la caída, no viviría en el hielo de la Antártida. Un clima tan cruel que se comería su vida y allí nadie jamás lo encontraría.

A thousand things went through his head and he did not react, he was in a world of ideas of what would happen, of his past life and, man of probabilities and science, the only thing he thought about was the fatality of that flight and the fact that he had not fulfilled the mission.

Why had he strayed, why had he disobeyed orders if he was not a rebel, what was it inside him that told him to go another way, what was it that guided him? He should not have done it, now he was facing inescapable death.

Mil cosas se le pasaron por la cabeza y no reaccionaba, estaba en un mundo de ideas de lo que pasaría, de su vida pasada y, hombre de probabilidades y ciencia, lo único en lo que pensaba era la fatalidad de ese vuelo y el no haber cumplido la misión.

¿Porque se había desviado? ¿Porque desobedeció ordenes si él no era rebelde, que fue lo que en su interior le dijo fuera por otro camino?, ¿qué fue lo que lo guio? No debería haberlo hecho, ahora se encontraba frente a la muerte ineludible.

He was in a sea of ideas that prevented him from seeing out, a fog covered everything, as thick as snow itself, everything was white, so white and bright that it hurt his blue eyes.

He thought, I never disregarded an order and now all is lost.
Suddenly, he could see something in front of him. He didn't know where he was, his instruments didn't show anything, they were stiff.

What he saw made him think he was already dead.

Estaba en un mar de ideas que le impedían ver hacia afuera, una niebla lo cubrió todo, tan espesa como la nieve misma, todo era blanco, tan blanco y brillante que lastimaban sus ojos azules.
Pensaba, jamás desatendí una orden y ahora todo está perdido.
De pronto, pudo ver algo frente a él. No sabía donde estaba, sus instrumentos nada marcaban, estaban tiesos.
Lo que vio hizo que pensara que estaba ya fallecido.

Green, a bright green of plants, trees, immense light, huge animals, life, everywhere he looked there was life.

He said to himself, I have definitely died. It was definitely paradise.
His ship was still running .... Alone. He thought it was a hallucination.

Soon he saw other ships around him in shapes he had never seen before, accompanying him in his flight.
What he experienced in that place was out of this world, where was he?

Verde, un verde brillante de plantas, árboles, una luz inmensa, animales enormes, vida, por donde miraba había vida.
Se dijo a sí mismo, definitivamente he muerto. Definitivamente era el paraíso.
Su nave seguía funcionando …. Sola. Pensó era una alucinación.
Pronto divisó otras naves a su alrededor con formas nunca antes vistas, lo acompañaban en su vuelo.
Lo que vivió en ese lugar fue de otro mundo, ¿dónde estaba?

They received him kindly, and he asked them if that was heaven. They told them no, that this place was nowhere, on no map, secret, hidden. That they were worried about their world, about what they were doing with it.

Glass buildings loomed before their eyes, a lot of glow, and an energy that was impossible to explain. So much so that if he had died he didn't care if he had. Peace and energy. Magic and colour. Life like he had never seen before.

Lo recibieron amablemente, y les pregunto si eso era el cielo. Les dijeron que no, que ese lugar no estaba en ninguna parte, en ningún mapa, secreto, oculto. Que estaban preocupados por su mundo, por lo que hacían con él.
Edificios de cristal se alzaban ante su vista, mucho resplandor, y una energía imposible de explicar. Tanto es así, que de haber muerto no le importaba haberlo hecho. Paz y energía. Magia y color. Vida como nunca antes vista.

We cannot intervene, he was told. We cannot unless the earth is in deep danger. There is a long way to go before human beings learn, evolve and awaken. Only when they awaken will they see, the true knowledge. It is not yet time.

That was the message he received, and it could not stay there.

He would never forget that experience, although many branded him as crazy, that he was hallucinating, that who knows what he had taken to see those things.

No podemos intervenir, le dijeron. No podemos, salvo la tierra esté en profundo peligro. Falta mucho para que el ser humano aprenda, evolucione y despierte. Sólo cuando despierten verán, el verdadero conocimiento. Aún no es tiempo.
Ese fue el mensaje que recibió, y que no podía quedarse ahí.
Jamás olvidaría esa experiencia, aunque muchos lo tacharon de loco, que alucinaba, que quien sabe lo que había tomado para ver esas cosas.

When he returned he was told not to talk, it was never to be known, that it would put the planet at risk. He knew this was not so, but he feared for his family. He was silent and silent until he took his last breath.

It was not yet time, they could not yet see, he had to keep quiet about what he had.... Beyond Antarctica.

Cuando regresó le dijeron no hablara, nunca se debía saber, que eso pondría en riesgo el planeta. Él sabía que eso no era así, pero temió por su familia. Calló y calló hasta que dio su último suspiro.
Aún no era tiempo, aún no podían ver, debía callar lo que había…. Más allá de la Antártida.

Good morning, afternoon or evening to all the beautiful community of @Science Fiction on HIVE, I hope you are all doing well.

Today I bring you a design and a story about a very hidden place on earth.

A possible non-human city or not at all, perhaps an earlier, more advanced civilisation, hidden from our eyes. And without the possibility of access, it will remain hidden until the evolution of the human being.

I hope you like this story.
Thank you for watching and reading my work.

Best regards to all of you.
Amonet.

Buenos días, tardes o noches a toda la bella comunidad de @Science Fiction en HIVE, espero se encuentren todos muy bien.
Hoy les traigo un diseño y un relato sobre un lugar muy escondido en la tierra.
Una posible ciudad no humana o no del todo, quizá una civilización anterior, más avanzada, escondida a los ojos de nosotros. Y sin posibilidad de acceso, quedará en oculto hasta la evolución del ser humano.
Espero les guste esta historia.
Gracias por ver y leer mi trabajo.
Un gran saludo a todos.
Amonet