Elara leaned into the microphone. "Dr. Elara Vance, Clearance Theta-Null."
And it was getting louder.
The files spilled onto her screen—not as code or text, but as geometric blueprints. Schematics for a device that shouldn't exist: a resonance antenna tuned not to radio waves, but to void frequencies —the spaces between quarks, the silence between heartbeats.
"Matryoshka doesn't make mistakes," Elara whispered, her coffee growing cold.