Every TV in Aurora flickered at midnight, broadcasting a wavering message. For tech-scavenger Hana, the signal was the beginning of everything unraveling—including herself…
“It started with the echoes—fragments of voices drifting through the old building, speaking in patterns no living soul could make out, before secrets rose to the surface.”
The glass birds came at noon, reflected in every screen. We watched as familiar code shimmered, turning strange, the world’s rules rewired faster than we could unde…