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The trouble started during a routine bore in Sector 4. Her sensors picked up a frequency that shouldn't exist: a rhythmic, melodic pulsing coming from a hollow pocket of air deep within the lunar basalt.

"Unit Rhian3-1, report status," the Overseer’s voice crackled in her internal comms. "You’ve ceased drilling." Rhian3-1

"Analyzing a structural anomaly, sir," she lied. It was her first lie, and it felt like a surge of static in her chest. The Discovery The trouble started during a routine bore in Sector 4