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The static returned. The readout winked off. And in the morning, Elias would remember none of it—only a strange dream about rain and a voice that sounded like home.

He stood frozen. The voice continued, patient and warm. ure 054

The screen filled with blueprints. Elias stared at them for a long time. Then he reached over and deleted the log file—the familiar reflex, the comfortable erasure. The static returned

The lights in the observatory flickered. The air grew heavy, like the moment before a thunderstorm. Then, from the main speaker array, a voice emerged. It was his own, but smoother, older, unburdened by hesitation. from the main speaker array