The crew lies silent in their quarters, caught in dreams that will not release them. The ship rests unfinished on alien soil, its hull incomplete, its engines cold. And yet, with or without a captain at its helm, the Savasu must rise.

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.