A protocol within the Archive flared to life. Not one Lina recognized. It wasn’t Juno’s voice, nor her own. It was older. Not in tone, but in rhythm—as if speaking through the structure of memory itself.
INITIATE: SABLE-SPORE
Suddenly, the room warped. Not physically—digitally. The lights, once dim, flared and fractured into shapes. Geometries impossible …
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