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Masha ignored her. She padded down the spiral staircase in her thick wool socks. Anya cursed under her breath—a word she'd learned from the engineer—and followed.

"Get away from the window, Masha. Cold seeps through the glass." Anya was tightening a bolt on their last functioning air scrubber. Her fingers were clumsy with fatigue.

Anya yanked Masha back just as the iris of LSM-43 dilated fully. A beam of pale, liquid light shot out, not hot, but deep . It painted a moving picture on the far wall. Anya-10 Masha-8-Lsm-43

They saw it. A vast, subterranean ocean, lit by hydrothermal vents glowing like red suns. Strange, translucent creatures with ribbon-like bodies danced in the black water. It was beautiful and utterly terrifying.

To the outside world, that was all that remained of Outpost Krylov. Three cold signatures on a screen. But inside the creaking, frozen dome, they were a family of sorts. Masha ignored her

Then the image changed. It showed the surface. The outpost. But the outpost was dark, and the door to the airlock was open. Two small figures in oversized parkas were walking out onto the ice, hand in hand, following a trail of violet lights that led to a pressure crack in the glacier.

The hum intensified. The violet light pulsed like a heartbeat. The door to the airlock clicked , and a red warning light began to flash: Airlock seal compromised. "Get away from the window, Masha

Anya didn't answer. She just gripped her sister’s hand tighter and stared at the dark, silent pillar of LSM-43. It looked like nothing more than a dead machine now. But she knew, somewhere deep in the ice, it was still listening. And it was patient.