The last time anyone heard from Station Virelia was 18 years ago. A single distress call, looping endlessly: “Containment breach. Do not recover. We were wrong.” And then—silence. No one ever explained what “we” referred to. No one dared go Read more…

By the time Earth got the message, it had already been traveling for 12,000 years. A golden capsule, drifting just outside Neptune’s orbit, triggered a long-dead proximity beacon. It was shaped like a tear, etched with symbols no one recognized—but Read more…

The sand-blasted winds of Xylos Prime had long since scoured away any trace of the ancient civilization that once thrived here, leaving only the skeletal remains of colossal, crystalline structures that pierced the perpetual twilight. Dr. Lena Petrova, lead archaeologist Read more…

The stars had gone silent. For nearly a century, no new signals had come from the deep. The great civilizations of the Orion Arm—gone. Wiped out. One by one. Earth’s scientists called it “The Quieting.” Nobody knew what caused it. Read more…

The signal came at 3:17 AM Earth Standard Time. Not a burst of data. Not a transmission. A voice. “—repeat: This is the Artemis. We are not dead. We are not alone. Repeat—” The voice looped every eleven minutes, distorted, Read more…

The barren plains of Mars stretched endlessly, a rust-colored canvas under a sky that was too close, too red. Dr. Aris Thorne, head of the Solus Project, adjusted his goggles, the fine Martian dust clinging to his suit. For five Read more…

The gateway shimmered like a pool of mercury suspended in midair. Beyond it, a planet no one had seen in over 300 years waited in silence. Commander Elara Voss stood at the edge of the platform, staring at the anomaly. Read more…

The air in Sector 7 of the Grand Galactic Archive hummed with the silent symphony of forgotten knowledge. Rows upon rows of crystalline data-spires stretched into the gloom, each one holding the accumulated history, art, and science of a thousand Read more…

The city of Vireon was built in concentric rings, its shining towers piercing the storm-wracked skies like obsidian needles. At the center stood the Core Spire, a relic from before the AI Wars—before humanity handed over control to the Machines. Read more…

The silence on the bridge of the Arborea was a heavy cloak, woven from the vacuum of space and the crushing weight of a mission that was humanity’s final gamble. Commander Jax Ryland stared out at the swirling nebulae, not Read more…