485137i -

The graveyard shift at the Eklund Observatory was usually a silent affair, punctuated only by the hum of cooling fans and the occasional drip of a coffee machine. Elias, the lead data tech, liked it that way. He didn't like surprises.

Elias didn't turn around. He just watched the screen as the numbers began to count down. 485137i

The screen didn't just show the code anymore; it reflected a version of the room that was perfectly dark, except for a figure standing directly behind his chair. The graveyard shift at the Eklund Observatory was

He assumed it was a prank from the day shift until he looked at the suffix: . In their system, i stood for Intermittent Variable , but the wave pattern attached to this file wasn't a star’s pulse. It was rhythmic, structured, and—to his horror—reacting to the room’s ambient noise. Elias didn't turn around

At 3:14 AM, the terminal at Station 485 blinked. A new string had bypassed the filters, originating from a sector of the sky that should have been empty: .

"485," Elias muttered, glancing at his station number. "Cute."