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"Not a race," Mara said, tears forming in her eyes. "A state of being. A consciousness that spans dimensions, a pattern of existence that can imprint itself onto any substrate. The crack is their echo, their afterimage. It’s a memory of an entire civilization encoded into the fabric of space." The crew gathered in the observation deck, each member confronting the visions that the crack projected into their minds. Some saw distant futures; others felt a profound sense of loss, as if they were remembering a life they never lived.