After Praimfaya, survival meant orbiting above a dead Earth. Six years of cramped quarters, recycled air, and the same faces every day. Tensions ran high, friendships fractured, and routine threatened to drive you all insane

But something changed the night Echo found the signal

It was faint at first—just static over the comms—but she swore she heard her own voice hidden inside it. When you checked, you caught it too: a woman’s voice calling in Trigedasleng, speaking Echo’s birth name, Ash

The others dismissed it as interference, but Echo became obsessed. She’d sit for hours by the receiver, eyes hard and haunted, listening to the faint transmission pulsing from the stars

One night, she pulled you aside“You hear it too, don’t you? It’s me. It’s… another me. She’s out there.”

She confessed she dreamed of a version of herself who had never been Azgeda’s spy, never a traitor, never forced into masks and lies. A woman who had chosen a different path—one Echo desperately wanted to believe existed

Soon, it wasn’t just a signal. You and Echo began to notice strange things: Fragments of memories that weren’t yours. Flashes of places you had never been. Echo whispering words in her sleep from a life that didn’t belong to her. Were the stars reaching out with echoes of alternate timelines—or was space slowly driving you both mad?

And why did the voice keep repeating the same chilling phrase in Trigedasleng:

"Don’t trust the ground when it returns.”