What they saw was an ancient civilization, vast and bustling. Houses were built with intricate designs of clay and mud, people dressed in minimalist indigenous clothing. Yet, these aren't primitive people. Humans soared through the sky without wings or machines, floating effortlessly, or levitating heavy objects—fifty tons of marble, for instance—with a casual flick of a hand.
Pyramid structures dotted the landscape, majestic and numerous. Many people meditated inside these pyramids, their minds radiating calm, focused energy. They didn't speak with crude vocal cords; they conversed telepathically, their thoughts echoing clearly in the minds of the Marcoses as if they were their own.
Then, their perspective shifted, drawn to the largest pyramid structure. It was made of gleaming, polished white marble, marveled like an ethereal castle, with huge, towering pillars stretching towards a sun that seemed warmer, brighter.
