The singularity’s ring flickered, confused. It had no prey to mirror. No narrative to consume.
Captain Rina Voss, a woman with a scar that pulled her left eye into a permanent squint, didn’t look up from the fusion torch’s pressure gauge. “Details, Kael. Not poetry.” ums512 1h10 natv
“Conduits hot,” Lina added, sweat beading on her forehead. The singularity’s ring flickered, confused