What had once been a vast, serene chamber of fractal light and quiet contemplation now thrummed with urgent human purpose. Scientists who had spent their careers mapping cryovolcanic plumes on Triton and soldiers who had never fired a shot in anger now huddled around holographic schematics that floated in the center of the space like glowing constellations. Veyra provided the blueprints—designs older than language, older than stars, rendered in perfect three-dimensional detail.
