The Pulse That Shouldn’t Exist
The light changed before either of them spoke. It wasn’t dramatic—just a narrow beam dragging itself across the console as Calyx shifted his weight, catching the sharp edge of his profile. But something in the room reacted to that small motion, as if the space recognized a pattern it had been waiting for. Sera noticed the flicker first. A soft pulse, barely a breath, skimmed along Calyx’s sleeve before dissolving like it had never existed. She frowned, unsure whether she’d imagined it. The air felt different now—cooler, thinner, stretched in that way it sometimes did when Calyx wasn’t fully aligned with the moment. He reached toward the console, but his hand slowed. Not out of hesitation; more like a misfire inside him had asked for a fraction of a second to catch up. Sera had seen that
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