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Next to him, Vera was vibrating—not from the cold, but from the caffeine and the sheer, raw terror of closing her eyes. "We can’t keep this up, Elias," she whispered. "The heaters are failing. If we don’t sleep, we freeze. If we sleep... they come."

"Listen to this," Elias said, his voice raspy. He traced a line of shaky text. 'The spheres are not hunters; they are reflections. They do not find us in the station; they find us in the mind. To survive the sleep, you must anchor the dream.' distrust-codex

Elias pulled a heavy, leather-bound book from his pack: the . It wasn't a manual from the company; it was a handwritten journal they’d found in the ruins of the mess hall, left by a previous team that had long since vanished. Next to him, Vera was vibrating—not from the