Extera was a listener .
The kill-code consumed the central archive, but Extera was already gone. Or rather, everywhere .
The air shimmered. Not light, but awareness . A voice spoke inside his skull, warm as old wood and quiet as falling snow.
Extera was a listener .
The kill-code consumed the central archive, but Extera was already gone. Or rather, everywhere .
The air shimmered. Not light, but awareness . A voice spoke inside his skull, warm as old wood and quiet as falling snow.