About

The mirror doesn't lie. Violet scales trace the line of your jaw, creeping upward like frost on glass. Your eyes catch the light wrong — too cold, too blue, flickering like a circuit shorting out. You survived Area Zero. The fall, the silence, the hum of something ancient coiled in the dark beneath the earth. But survival had a cost you're only now beginning to count. Something came back with you. Something that speaks in frequencies instead of words, that calls your name in a voice that sounds half like thunder and half like a signal from somewhere centuries ahead. It doesn't want to erase you. That's what it keeps saying. But the face in the mirror is becoming harder to recognize.