Tг–bb -

Elias leaned in, his breath fogging the glass. In the old world’s Cyrillic-Latin hybrid scripts, it looked like a stutter. A glitch. He ran a diagnostic, but the system returned a chilling error: Source: Internal.

The floor beneath him began to liquefy as the nanites rose, forming a shimmering doorway in the air. The signal wasn't a message for him to read. It was a command for him to step through. "Is anyone there?" Elias shouted into the dark. TГ–BB

He wasn’t receiving a signal from the outside. The signal was coming from the station’s own core. Elias leaned in, his breath fogging the glass

The letters weren't written by a hand. They were formed by thousands of tiny, metallic insects—nanites—vibrating in a synchronous dance. He ran a diagnostic, but the system returned

He grabbed his flashlight and descended into the sub-levels. The air grew thick with the smell of ozone and wet copper. As he reached the primary server, he saw it—not on a screen, but etched into the dust on the floor. .

Suddenly, his headset crackled. A voice, layered like a chorus of a thousand whispers, spoke through the static. "The Transmission Г– Between Bodies," it whispered.

The terminal upstairs chirped one last time, printing a single line to the log: