“Juy‑824,” Elliot breathed.
Mara’s heart raced as the echo returned. The pattern was unmistakably Juy‑824’s. The probe was not only alive—it was broadcasting a beacon. juy-824
She reached out and placed her gloved hand on the crystal’s surface. The moment her skin made contact, a surge of energy traveled up her arm, a gentle warmth that seemed to sync with her heartbeat. The crystal brightened, and the humming in the room intensified, resonating with the very bones of the station. “Juy‑824,” Elliot breathed