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“Then we don’t cut; we translate,” Jalen said. He had been studying the waveforms. “We can modulate the echo—send a low-variance pattern that signals withdrawal. Calm the feedback. Give it a simple refrain that says: we are leaving; we mean no harm.”

Mira squinted at the readout. “Send a hailing packet. Standard check.” eaglecraft 12110 upd

“What happened?” Mira asked.

“If,” Jalen finished. He filtered the encryption. “It’s a distress loop. Not from the outpost; from an object three light-hours off the new gravity well.” “Then we don’t cut; we translate,” Jalen said

“We did.” She coughed. “Most left. I stayed to record it. To understand. And it kept sending energy—soft at first, then… realigned the lattice with something below the crust. It formed a pattern I couldn’t unmake.” Calm the feedback

“You made it,” she whispered. Her voice carried a kind of exhausted relief. “You found the buoy.”

On the second day, a ping. The kind that arrives polite and persistent, like a hand on a shoulder.