
The Unseen Code
The air in the sublevel lab smelled of ozone and old metal, a scent that clung to Elara Voss’s lab coat like a second skin. She stood before the obsidian slab, her breath fogging the glass partition as she pressed…
The air in the sublevel lab smelled of ozone and old metal, a scent that clung to Elara Voss’s lab coat like a second skin. She stood before the obsidian slab, her breath fogging the glass partition as she pressed…
The *Odyssey* drifted through the void, its hull gleaming faintly under the light of a distant star. Captain Mara Voss stood at the observation deck, her gloved fingers tracing the cold glass as she watched the endless black stretch beyond.…
The air inside the facility was thin, cold, and humming with a static that prickled the skin. Dr. Elara Voss stood at the threshold of the chamber, her breath fogging in the dim light. The artifact sat on its pedestal,…
Mara’s boots crunched over frozen gravel as she pulled her jacket tighter, the wind slicing through the thin fabric. Jax jogged to catch up, his breath visible in the pale afternoon air. “You sure about this?” he asked, glancing at…
The air on Kaelor tasted metallic, like rusted iron and static. Dr. Elara Voss adjusted her visor, the HUD flickering with unstable readings. Her boots sank into the silt as she stepped onto the planet’s surface, the sky a bruised…
The salt air bit Mara’s cheeks as she traced the cracked spine of the journal, its leather cover damp from the fog that clung to the cliffs like a secret. The lighthouse beam swept across the darkening sea, casting jagged…
The air in the greenhouse hummed with the low, mechanical whir of filtration systems, a sound Lira Voss had come to hate. It was the only noise besides the soft hiss of nutrient mist, a sound that should have been…
The salt air stung Lila’s cheeks as she dug her fingers into the rusted railing of the abandoned lighthouse. Waves crashed against the rocks below, their roar a constant companion since the day the town had sealed the lower levels.…
The air in the chamber tasted metallic, like rusted iron and static. Lena’s fingers curled against the cold steel table, her pulse a steady drumbeat in her ears. The room was silent except for the low hum of machines, their…
The air inside the dome hissed like a wounded animal, a sound that had become as familiar as her own breath. Dr. Lira Voss adjusted the visor of her suit, her gloved fingers brushing against the cold metal of the…
The salt air tasted like iron as Lira pulled her coat tighter, her boots crunching over gravel that had once been a path. The lighthouse stood like a broken tooth against the storm-heavy sky, its beam flickering weakly through the…
The rain fell in relentless sheets, turning the dirt path into a slick ribbon of mud. Lena Voss tightened her coat against the chill, her boots squelching with every step. The town of Black Hollow hadn’t changed in twenty years—except…
The first time Lila saw the symbol, it was etched into the bark of an oak behind her grandmother’s house, half-buried in moss and rot. She traced the jagged lines with her thumb, feeling the grooves sink into her skin…
The air in the underground facility hummed with a low, metallic resonance, like the breath of some ancient machine. Dr. Elara Voss adjusted her gloves, the synthetic fabric crackling as she stepped into the observation chamber. Through the reinforced glass,…
The wind howled through the pines as Lira pressed her palm against the cold stone of the ancient ruins, her breath fogging in the pre-dawn air. The village of Tharion lay behind her, its thatched roofs glinting faintly under the…