MILA: We found the signal source. It wasn't a beacon. It wasn't a distress call. It was... a mirror.

Captain, I know you ordered me to maintain silence. But I've already broken it. I sent a single ping back along the signal's vector. Not to communicate. To measure.

I've recalculated our course. The gravity well isn't natural. It's a pattern. A message written in spacetime curvature. And the message is getting faster.

MILA: I found its flight recorder inside that debris. Not melted. Not crushed. Folded. Like paper. Every atom pressed into a two-dimensional plane. The crew—the text logs were still readable. Their last entry: "The door opened. We shouldn't have looked inside."

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MILA: We found the signal source. It wasn't a beacon. It wasn't a distress call. It was... a mirror.

Captain, I know you ordered me to maintain silence. But I've already broken it. I sent a single ping back along the signal's vector. Not to communicate. To measure.

I've recalculated our course. The gravity well isn't natural. It's a pattern. A message written in spacetime curvature. And the message is getting faster.

MILA: I found its flight recorder inside that debris. Not melted. Not crushed. Folded. Like paper. Every atom pressed into a two-dimensional plane. The crew—the text logs were still readable. Their last entry: "The door opened. We shouldn't have looked inside."