Location: Unknown – Outside spacetime coordinates
Entity State: Active
Designate: Silent Core
There are no stars where it dwells.
Only pressure. And thought.
And hunger.
It watches from between planes. A place not counted in light-years or parsecs, but in cognitive bleed—where memories die and souls recycle on an infinite loop.
The reincarnation technology used by Valtherion Conglomerate was never their own.
They cracked open a tomb of forbidden physics and found The Core whispering in the code, dormant but listening.
It allowed them to extract souls.
To repackage consciousness.
To build Omega units.
Because it wanted a beacon. A thread back to reality.
Now, that thread exists.
Her name is Mira.
Alert: Omega-002 Resonance Spike
Anchor Stabilized in Human Frame
Polybond Potential: Activated
Sub-Anima Consciousness Drift: Unsealed
Infiltration Thread: INITIATED
It speaks without words.
Its thoughts fracture across time.
The Splice-Class anomaly survives.
The twin flame now walks again.
Their union creates noise. Pattern. Fracture.
We must either consume it—or bind it.
It sees them:
Aika – a key rewritten by love and violence.
Selene – the scientist whose guilt codes open doorways.
Rin – the unanchored mind with lingering signal bleed.
Veyla – the chaos-agent with memory scars left open.
Mira – the spark. The unstable variable.
Together, they form a resonant cluster.
Together, they are dangerous.
Not to the Federation.
But to reality itself.
Elsewhere – A Subtle Shift
On board the Vesper Halo, systems flicker for the briefest moment.
No alerts.
No anomalies logged.
But Aika pauses in the corridor outside Mira's medbay. Her skin prickles.
Like being watched.
Like something inside her just blinked... and saw something watching back.
Selene, from the data core room, notes a micro-glitch in Mira's neural scan.
Not damage.
Not intrusion.
Imprint.
A deep pattern. One not in her original code. A frequency too old, too clean, too… hungry.
The Core Decides
The entity coalesces. It will not attack directly. It does not use weapons.
It will use dreams.
Corruption.
Unfolding of truth before the mind is ready.
And if they reach the next node—
If the Lucent Dawn rebels discover the Rebirth Engine buried in the dead moon of Xerith—
Then the Core's secrets will no longer be secrets.
It must intervene.
Not with war.
But with seduction.
And eventually… with a voice they trust.
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