The hypersonic Night Osprey felt silent, as if I were encased in a private isolation pod sixty thousand feet in the air. Outside, the atmosphere was just an extended indigo mist. The jet had left Titan with a disguised trace residue, gliding like a dark shadow over the Pacific Ocean, violating airspace and no-fly zones with unnerving composure. Almost four hours had passed, time spent in a quiet, brutal darkness, ignoring everything except one thing: a single flickering screen showing the unforgiving passage of time. 87:45:19. Every second was a Cypher promise being realized. Four hours paid just for the transition, and now we were entering phase two. This singular existence felt lethal. The anger inside this cockpit was so dense it felt like a poisonous fog constricting my breath. I sat i
