Red Giant -

“We always knew,” she whispered. “We just thought we’d have more time.”

And somewhere, in a galaxy far away, a sensor on an asteroid station picked up a faint, garbled signal. It was a lullaby, half-static, sung in a language no one there spoke. But the melody—the melody was beautiful. Red Giant

But the red giant was making that letter harder to send. Gravitational waves from Helios’s convulsions were distorting space-time, interfering with the quantum relays that beamed the Archive toward the nearest exoplanets. Each day, more data was lost. “We always knew,” she whispered