
The Neural Labyrinth
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…
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…