But today was different.
She plunged the torch into the core.
It hung in the void between stars, a flattened disc of obsidian material that absorbed all light. It was impossibly large—the size of a small moon—yet its surface was perfectly smooth, save for a single, hexagonal depression at its center. The Odysseus drifted alongside it like a gnat beside a cathedral. interstellar htb
It was a warning.
"It's a keyhole," Aris said, staring at the visual feed. "They want us to open it." But today was different