The wheat field shattered into geometric shards, rotating slowly in a void. The Macrolorbx was peeling back the skin of her reality. It wasn't just showing her the past; it was testing the structural integrity of her soul. It was checking if her timeline was stable enough to exist in the same universe as it.
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"Because I'm afraid," the Echo of Elara said. It was a truth she had never spoken.
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It had no business existing. According to the physics of the Conglomerate, nothing that large could maintain a cohesive structure without collapsing into a black hole. Yet, the Macrolorbx hung there, a sprawling, translucent lattice of geometry that defied Euclidean logic. It was a hundred miles long, shaped like a shattered prism refracting a light that wasn't there. It was beautiful, terrifying, and utterly silent.
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The blue light intensified, blinding white.
She was standing in a wheat field on a colony world she had left ten years ago. The sky was a perfect, artificial blue. In front of her stood a man—Davin. He was holding a data-pad, looking at her with a hesitant hope. She remembered this moment. This was the moment she had told him she was leaving for the Outer Rim, leaving him, leaving the life they had built.
The Macrolorbx demanded an exchange. To pass through the space it occupied, the ship couldn't just use thrusters; it had to jettison the weight of denial.
"It’s not just scanning us," Elara whispered, a cold sweat breaking on her brow. "It’s interfacing."
The Macrolorbx pulsed. A wave of pale blue light rippled through its crystalline ribs, and suddenly, the gravity on the Aethelgard shifted. Down became sideways. The air in the room tasted like cinnamon and ozone—the smell of Elara’s childhood kitchen on Earth, mixed with the smell of the rocket fuel that had taken her away from it.
As the Aethelgard ’s engines hummed to life, Elara looked back one last time. For a split second, she saw a shimmer in the dark—a faint, violet refraction of light that had no source.
"Elara!" Jax’s voice was distant, muffled, as if he were shouting from underwater. "Your vitals are spiking! Step away!"