No, no.

"Then why did you request communication?" The deep voice sounded again: "This communication can only be used in emergency situations."

"You've been the recipient of all this mail for so long, haven't you figured this out yet?"

Atocha stammered, "Sir, sir, I've discovered something unusual."

Fearing punishment, Atocha added again, "It's related to our main star."

"...In a while, professionals will come to your place to understand the situation."

A few words, somewhat hastily uttered, came through the communication device before falling silent.

Atoka stood blankly in front of the communication equipment.

The enormous fireball, as always, continued to radiate endless light and heat from the observation instruments nearby.

But Atocha felt a chill run down his spine.

Although I don't know what effect the dark light I saw will have.

But his intuition told him that the Proxima Centauri civilization seemed to be facing an unprecedented crisis.

...

A week passed in the blink of an eye.

During this long wait, Atocha lost his appetite and spent all his time processing the information transmitted back by the probes and staring at the images of Proxima Centauri on the observation instruments.

Just like a week ago, Proxima Centauri still looks the same.

It was as if that dark light had never appeared at all.

The door to the room opened quietly without anyone noticing.

A Proxima Centauri dressed in black swung his thick, short legs and entered the space where Atocha lived day and night.