The air in the mountain lab was thin, sharp with the tang of ozone and something older—something metallic and unresolved. Dr. Elara Voss adjusted her gloves, her breath fogging the glass of the containment chamber. Inside, the subject pulsed, a…
Dr. Elara Voss adjusted the collimator, her gloved fingers brushing the cold steel of the prototype. The chamber hummed, a low vibration that pulsed through her bones. Outside the reinforced glass, the desert stretched in endless dunes, but here, in…
The air on Virelia-7 tasted like rust and static, a metallic tang that clung to the back of Commander Rhea Voss’s throat as she adjusted her helmet’s filter. Her boots crunched over jagged black gravel, the sound swallowed by the…
The air in the sublevel lab tasted like static, sharp and metallic, as Dr. Elara Voss adjusted the spectrometer’s dial. The machine hissed, its green readout flickering between numbers that didn’t make sense. She’d seen anomalies before—fluctuations in quantum fields,…
The *Odyssey* hummed through the void, its hull gleaming under the pale light of a dying star. Captain Mara Voss stood at the bridge, her fingers brushing the cold metal of the command console. The crew had been in stasis…
The air in the sublevel bunker tasted like rust and static, a metallic tang that clung to the back of Dr. Elara Voss’s throat. She adjusted her gloves, the latex creaking as she stepped into the observation chamber. The subject—Project…
The air in the underground facility hummed with a low, metallic resonance, like a heartbeat straining against steel. Dr. Elara Voss adjusted her gloves, the synthetic material clinging to her palms as she stared at the shimmering sphere suspended in…
The first time Dr. Elara Voss touched the crystal, it pulsed like a heartbeat beneath her fingertips. She had spent three years in the subterranean facility, isolated from the world above, but nothing prepared her for this: a jagged shard…
Dr. Elias Voss had always preferred the silence of his lab to the noise of the world. The sterile scent of antiseptic clung to the air, mingling with the faint ozone hum of machinery. His hands, stained with ink and…
Dr. Elara Voss stepped into the sterile white corridor, her boots clicking against the linoleum floor. The air smelled of antiseptic and old metal, a scent that clung to her like a second skin. She had been here for three…
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 *Aurora’s Wake* drifted through the void, its hull scarred by solar flares and the whisper of distant stars. Captain Mira Voss stood at the observation deck, her gloved fingers tracing the cold glass as she watched Eos-9 loom ahead—a…
The Argent Compound hummed like a trapped insect, its steel ribs vibrating with the low growl of machinery. Dr. Elara Voss stood at the threshold of Chamber Seven, her breath fogging the glass as she stared at the thing inside.…
Dr. Elara Voss had always preferred the hum of machinery to the murmur of human voices. Her lab, a cavernous space beneath the university’s abandoned physics wing, reeked of ozone and antiseptic. The walls pulsed with the soft blue glow…
The air reeked of ozone and rust, a metallic tang that clung to the back of Lena’s throat. She pressed her palm against the cold steel of the shuttle’s hull, feeling the faint hum of failing systems beneath her fingers.…