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勇 took a step towards a space where time flowed differently, and made their way through the corridors that existed between seconds, against floors that shifted between states of being. Each dash echoed like a truth too dangerous to speak aloud.
When they reached the anchor's chamber, they saw it.
A navigator—no, another survivor—drenched from the solar storm, leaning against the kanji transmission core. Their interface cloak corrupted, bio-suit breached, eyes glowing with the remnants of kanji energy. The stranger's form flickered between symbols: 愛 (love), then 希 (hope), then 夢 (dream).
"You're not supposed to be here," 勇 said, voice calm, but their essence quickened through the neural link.
夢 looked up, slowly. "I activated the beacon for sanctuary."
"You're supposed to pulse it twice for sanctuary," 勇 replied.
希 smiled, exhaustion weighing heavy on their shifting form. "Then consider the second pulse implied." 1 reply
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