That whisper again.
Not a sound, not really. More like a suggestion slipped under the door of my thoughts. A sense of presence brushing the edge of awareness, retreating the moment I tried to pin it down.
I swallowed. "Cassian. I want those glyph overlays on the display. All of them. Full-spectrum layering. Let's find out what this thing's trying to say before it decides to scream."
Cassian nodded sharply and got to work, fingers gliding over the console like the machine was an extension of his nervous system. The screens lit up in sequence—waveforms overlaid with geometric spirals, symbols nested inside each other like Russian dolls having an existential crisis.
Jake peered at it sideways. "So… what language is that? Looks like a cultist's Sudoku puzzle."
"It's not a language," I murmured, stepping closer. "It's a resonance map. The glyphs are a trigger sequence."
Julian's brow furrowed. "Triggering what?"
