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"Probably just old schematics for a cooling vent," Elara muttered, her fingers dancing across the haptic interface. She was a "data-miner," a polite term for someone who sifted through the digital wreckage of abandoned colony ships. Sector G-232-B had been a mining outpost on the edge of the Perseus Arm that blinked out of existence during the Great Silence.

As the zip file continued to unpack, the images became more frantic. Image 1,500 showed the obsidian spires collapsing. Image 2,200 showed the silver sea turning black. The final photo, number 3,000, was a high-resolution shot of a single object drifting in the vacuum of space: a small, gold-plated data drive, identical to the one they had just recovered from the wreck. g232b_3000highres.zip

When the first image finally rendered, the bridge of the Venture went silent. It wasn't a blueprint. It was a photograph of a sky—but not a sky any human had ever seen. The atmosphere was a bruised violet, pierced by three interlocking rings of crystalline dust that caught the light of a dying white dwarf. "Probably just old schematics for a cooling vent,"