Another pause. When he spoke again, his voice was different—softer, almost awed. “What does it want?”
“Elara, we’re seeing something weird in the Antares data. A sudden spike in neutrino flux. And there’s a pattern. It looks… linguistic.” antares logic
There was a long pause. Then: “How long?” Another pause
So she listened alone.
She hung up. Outside her window, the first light of dawn was bleeding over the mountains. Somewhere above the horizon, invisible in the blue, Antares was setting—a dying star at the edge of night. Another pause. When he spoke again