— The Space That Shouldn’t Be There
The room existed in a way that felt… negotiable. Calyx noticed it the moment the door sealed behind them. Not the walls, not the light, not even the low harmonic hum threading through the floor—but the space between things. Distances felt stretched, then subtly compressed, as if the room couldn’t quite decide how much of itself it wanted to keep. Sera paused beside him. She didn’t comment, but her hand hovered near her wristband, fingers flexing once—twice. A quiet tell. She felt it too. “This isn’t mapped,” she said at last. Not a question. Calyx shook his head. “It is. Just… incorrectly.” The console at the center of the chamber glowed with a dim, uneven pulse. Its surface looked like polished stone until you stared too long—then the texture broke down into layered symbols, half-for
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