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Then the image changed. It showed the surface. The outpost. But the outpost was dark, and the door to the airlock was open. Two small figures in oversized parkas were walking out onto the ice, hand in hand, following a trail of violet lights that led to a pressure crack in the glacier.

"You did the right thing," Masha said. "The bear outside says the ocean is lonely. But we're not lonely yet." Anya-10 Masha-8-Lsm-43

The hum changed pitch. It rose from a bass rumble to a crystalline chime. Then, the ice on the walls began to move . Not melt—but shift. The frost patterns rearranged themselves into complex, swirling geometries. The air grew thick with a smell like ozone and ancient salt. Then the image changed

Anya yanked Masha back just as the iris of LSM-43 dilated fully. A beam of pale, liquid light shot out, not hot, but deep . It painted a moving picture on the far wall. But the outpost was dark, and the door

The hum intensified. The violet light pulsed like a heartbeat. The door to the airlock clicked , and a red warning light began to flash: Airlock seal compromised.