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The humming spiked. The lights flickered. On the viewing deck, inmates screamed—the observation window showed not stars, but teeth . A shape that had no geometry, pressing against the hull like a fist against wet silk.
The Mourning Star fell silent. The lights steadied. The teeth outside the window dissolved into ordinary stars.
“From the heat death of the universe.” Her voice was calm, almost maternal. “I saw the last photon die. I heard the silence between atoms. And when I turned around to leave, something followed me.”
