Dr. Elara Voss pressed her palms against the cold steel table, her breath fogging the glass of the neuro-erasure chamber. The machine’s hum vibrated in her molars, a low thrum that matched the pulse in her temples. She had spent…
Dr. Elara Voss had always believed memory was the foundation of identity, a mosaic of moments that defined who one became. But as she stared at the jagged symbols scrawled across her research notes, she felt the first crack in…
The sterile white walls of the lab glinted under fluorescent lights, the air tinged with the metallic tang of antiseptic. Elara Voss’s fingers danced over the console, her breath steady as she initiated the next phase. Across the room, Kael…
The first thing she noticed was the cold. Not the kind that curled around your bones and made you shiver, but a deeper chill, the sort that seeped into your ribs and left your thoughts sluggish. She blinked, her vision…