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Jay placed a hand on the console, his tattoos catching the amber light. “What now?”

“Myth,” Grazz scoffed, but his eyes were already tracking the flicker. “Or it’s a new kind of signal we haven’t learned to decode.” The flicker grew steadier. The observation deck’s consoles lit up, displaying a pattern that resembled a heartbeat—a slow rise, a brief plateau, a gentle fall—repeated with perfect regularity. The pattern was not random; it was a language, albeit one that required a listener.

“Dale, you see that?” Grazz muttered, his voice low, as the deck’s massive transparent dome flickered with the distant swirl of the planet below. “It’s not a glitch. It’s… it’s watching us.” Lustery.E1141.Cee.Dale.And.Jay.Grazz.Watching.Y...

She raised her hands, palms outward, and spoke in a tone that the overlay amplified, converting her words into a simple waveform: 3. The Exchange The sphere shivered, and the green light rippled outward, enveloping the observation deck in a gentle cascade. The air seemed to thicken further, and Cee felt a faint pressure in her ears, as though the station itself were inhaling.

Cee smiled, the weight of the experience reflected in her eyes. “We talked to a chorus of existence. We listened, and they listened. We’ve been given a gift, and a responsibility.” Jay placed a hand on the console, his

He didn’t finish. The dome shivered, and a thin line of luminous green traced a perfect circle across the glass, expanding outward until it formed a perfect sphere of light hovering just a few meters away from the deck’s floor. Within that sphere, the air seemed to thicken, as if a veil of unseen particles were being drawn into focus.

The sphere brightened, and a soft melody filled the deck—a harmony of chimes, strings, and distant drums, as if the station’s very structure were singing. The music wove itself around their thoughts, and Cee found herself recalling a lullaby from her childhood, the one she sang to the twins on the colony ship before they were born. Jay, in turn, thought of the rhythm of his hammer striking metal, the cadence that had built his life. The observation deck’s consoles lit up, displaying a

She pressed a small, glowing button on the console labeled . The station’s internal network hummed, cataloguing the encounter for future generations. The data would be sealed behind layers of encryption, but a single line of code, a simple directive, would ensure that any future crew would be warned: Do not stare blindly at the void; listen, and the void will listen back.