The screen was a mess of pixelated shadows and glitched frames, but the audio—broken, scrambled—occasionally resolved into human voices. A father. A son. A planet that looked like the old photographs of Earth, before the ravens grew talons the size of arms, before the oxygen turned sour in the lowlands.
“Danger is very real,” a man said in English, his voice cracking through static. “Fear is a choice.”
He followed it.
The screen was a mess of pixelated shadows and glitched frames, but the audio—broken, scrambled—occasionally resolved into human voices. A father. A son. A planet that looked like the old photographs of Earth, before the ravens grew talons the size of arms, before the oxygen turned sour in the lowlands.
“Danger is very real,” a man said in English, his voice cracking through static. “Fear is a choice.”
He followed it.
