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“Thank you, huzuni-189. You are no longer a vessel. You are the harvest.”

As the darkness took her, she heard the ship speak one last time. huzuni-189

The sphere pulsed. One of the faces—a young woman—opened her eyes. Tears drifted upward into the oil. Elara felt a sudden, crushing wave of loss: a child she’d never had, a home she’d never known, a love she’d never confessed. “Thank you, huzuni-189

A blue light pulsed down the corridor, and the hum became a voice—not in her ears, but behind her eyes. a home she’d never known

She thought of her daughter. Dead at three months. The husband who left. The endless, silent void she filled with salvage runs and cheap whiskey.