Gaga's memories of the ages - Day eight

The walls of the Crystal Palace sang out their beautiful song into the roaring winds. An accompaniment of wind chimes, arranged hurricane speed gales echoed throughout the structure. Upon the throne, in the main chamber sat Lady Gaga, hunkered over in her eternal slumber. Eons had passed while she slept, waiting for the right time to come. The last of an ancient race, waiting to impart its wisdom to younger blood.

Click, click, click, there came the noise of footsteps. Heavy breathing emanated as seven men and women walked down that ancient palace's halls. As they walked down the corridors, the crystal walls began to illuminate into a myriad of colors. 

Each of the men and women wore a loose fitting suit which covered their bodies from the neck down. The suits were made of a sleek silver material. Around their heads were clear plastic bowls.

Holding out a small flat instrument with glowing lumps of metal on the end a women began to speak "We can breathe in this stuff!"

They each began to remove their helmets. They had been getting desperate at their suits were running low on oxygen. To be able to breathe in this place was literary a life saver. But why was it the oxygen was so important to this group? Because they found it two miles above the surface of Venus.

The group now approached the main chamber. As they walked in they looked up in awe. The room's ceilings stretched the height of the ancient fortress.

They came upon a sleeping Gaga, who then slowly rose and looked at them. The floors began to light up vibrant colors in squares beneath them. Glowing silver balls descended from the ceiling above them.

Lady Gaga rose and began to sing, the most beautiful sound they ever heard came from all around them.

Lady Gaga, of the long forgotten race of humanity, began to impart to this new race humanities greatest treasure.

DISCO!