The ship ruptured at 30,000 meters, its hull screaming like a blade through flesh. Captain Mara Voss gripped the controls, her knuckles white as the altimeter spun. Below, Virelia’s surface loomed—a sapphire expanse flecked with obsidian scars. The mist clung…
The air reeked of ozone and rust, a metallic tang that clung to the back of Dr. Elara Voss’s throat as she adjusted the visor on her helmet. Outside the colony’s domed perimeter, the twin suns of Thalassa hung low…
The sky over Thalassa-9 burned with hues of violet and sulfur, a swirling tapestry of gases that pulsed like a living thing. Captain Mara Voss gripped the control panel as the *Odyssey* shuddered, its hull groaning under the strain of…
## The Echo Bloom The dust tasted like static. Eira spat, the grit clinging to the back of her throat even after she rinsed with recycled water. Kepler-186f wasn’t beautiful, not in the conventional sense. It *glowed*, sure. A sickly,…