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She raised her hand to her own face. In the reflection of a floating dust shard, she saw the silver line—starting at her temple, branching across her cheek, and disappearing into a place where her skin simply stopped being.

Dr. Elara Venn stared at the readout, her third cup of cold coffee forgotten beside her elbow. The numbers didn’t just flicker; they screamed. Multiscatter Crack

Her assistant, Kael, pointed at the holoscan. The crack looked like a frozen lightning bolt, but each branch split into smaller branches, ad infinitum. At the tenth zoom, the lines blurred into a shimmer—a wound in the fabric of reality. She raised her hand to her own face

A single drop of black liquid wept from the crack’s epicenter. It hung in zero-G, perfect and obsidian, reflecting not the lab lights but a swirl of deep-space stars that didn’t match any known constellation. Elara Venn stared at the readout, her third