The air inside the facility tasted metallic, like rusted wires and static. Dr. Elara Voss adjusted her gloves, the latex creaking as she stepped into the chamber. The walls pulsed faintly, a deep violet hue that shifted when she moved,…
Dr. Elara Myles found the journal buried beneath a stack of yellowed manuscripts in the university archives, its leather cover cracked like dried earth. The air smelled of mildew and old ink, but something else lingered—a metallic tang, sharp and…
The first time she saw it, the shadow was too sharp. Not the kind that flickered at the edge of her vision, but a solid thing, standing in the corner of her apartment where no light reached. It didn’t move…
The air in the Helix Institute’s sublevel chamber smelled of ozone and rust, a metallic tang that clung to the back of Dr. Elara Voss’s throat. She adjusted the gloves on her hands, their synthetic fibers stiff with static, and…