~Elara~
The Lunaris server infrastructure was massive, divided into departments and security levels that would make the Pentagon jealous. Research and Development was my target—specifically anything related to Project Prometheus or my mother's work.
My fingers trembled slightly as I navigated through the system.
"The Alpha Algorithm," I whispered, typing the phrase into the search function.
The system churned for a moment, then returned: NO RESULTS FOUND.
I tried again. "Helen Winters."
This time, thousands of files appeared, dating back over a decade. My heart raced. Here was my mother's digital footprint—her research, her notes, perhaps even clues to what had really happened eight years ago.
I sorted by date, focusing on the weeks before her disappearance. Most files were encrypte
