Perched atop one of Kryovant Prime’s stratospheric peaks, the "world engine" towered against the crimson sky, its alien silhouette framed by jagged, frost-coated cliffs. Avatar Omega had reached the summit in his nimble spacecraft, Deadly, navigating the moon’s treacherous low-gravity terrain with precision. Even from the cockpit, the sight of the enigmatic monolith was staggering-its obsidian surface pulsated faintly, casting flickering blue light onto the snow-covered rock. Suspended platforms drifted in synchronized patterns around the construct, defying logic and gravity alike. Scans hinted at its purpose: a celestial harmonizer capable of altering planetary orbits or manipulating gravitational forces across the system. But as Omega stepped from Deadly, the machine’s presence felt almost sentient, its vibrations deepening into a rhythm that resonated in his chest. The question of who had placed this ancient, godlike technology at the summit, and for what purpose, loomed as vast as the crimson expanse above.