Aurora’s POV
The ground had a sound before it broke.
A low, sick groan, like the earth was tired of holding secrets.
I was standing at the edge of the project site, helmet tucked under my arm, the sunlight was sharp on steel beams and half-built walls. Dust hung in the air. The place smelled like oil, sweat, and new concrete. Progress. I liked that smell. It meant we were building something that would outlive us.
I should have listened to the feeling in my chest. It started as a whisper.
Something is wrong.
I stepped closer to the central frame, lifting my tablet to review the latest measurements. Workers moved around me, as voices overlapped, metal clanging. Everything looked normal. Too normal.
Then the whisper screamed. “Move!” someone shouted.
The sound came again, louder this
