Beneath a silent sky, even sleep becomes a battlefield.

A signal calls them in. What they find may never let them go.

006.01 – Beneath the Signal Zea jolted awake in the early shiftlight. His quarters’ morning light routine mimicked that of the natural mornings on Iova;

Some discoveries shimmer just out of reach—until the light hits just right.

004.01 – Ashes of Silence  The mess hall was quieter than usual, but not entirely quiet. Plates scraped, utensils tapped, and at the end of