A docking bay opened like the petals of a colossal flower, beckoning them inside.
"We've come too far to turn back now," Elara said. With a nod, Captain Harlow gave the order to proceed.
The ship entered the structure, its landing gear gently touching the smooth, obsidian surface. The airlock hissed, releasing a cold mist as it cycled open.
Elara and Orion stepped forward, their boots echoing against the alien metal. Then, from the shadows, they emerged.
Tall, luminous beings, their forms shifting like liquid light, approached with deliberate grace. They observed the humans with iridescent eyes that held the weight of ages.
Then, they spoke - not in words, but in resonant harmonics that vibrated through the very bones of those who listened.
"Welcome, seekers of the distant echo. We have been waiting."