The Australian Outback didn't get dark; it swallowed light. Under a canopy of stars so dense and bright they looked like shattered ice, the land breathed an ancient, silent song. Here, in the heart of the red desert, stood Uluru—not just a monolith of rock, but a living, breathing heart of primordial power. Tonight, it pulsed with a low, steady thrum that had nothing to do with seismic activity and everything to do with the figures gathering at its base.
