Dr. Elara Voss found the first fragment beneath the lab’s flickering fluorescent lights, a jagged shard of memory that didn’t belong to her. It arrived as a whisper, not a thought—*a hand gripping hers, cold and trembling, the scent of…
Dr. Elara Voss adjusted her gloves, the latex creaking as she leaned over the containment unit. The room hummed with the low whir of cooling systems, a sound that had become as familiar as her own breath. Before her, the…
Dr. Elara Voss adjusted the sterile gloves on her hands, the rubber creaking like dried skin. The lab hummed with the low thrum of machines, a sound that had become as familiar as her own heartbeat. She stared at the…
## The Static Between Stars The chipped Formica of the diner booth felt cold under Leo Klein’s elbows. July 19th, 1985. Cologne tasted like weak coffee and regret. Rain hammered against the plate glass window, blurring Alfredstrasse into streaks of…