Some places should not exist. Moments that slip between reality and something... other. The Astral Express was never meant to see it, never meant to know. Yet, for a fleeting instant, they did. And now, something knows them too. Whispers of an unrecorded presence linger at the edges of thought-too vast, too incomprehensible to grasp. The Stellaron pulses with an unfamiliar resonance, drawing the Trailblazer toward something outside the reach of reason. A presence that does not destroy, but simply unmakes. The universe has forgotten why it is afraid. And now, it starts to remember.