“Going in ?” He spun around. “That’s not protocol. The Forefront isn’t a door; it’s a wall. You’ll be unmade.”
“Director, the Forefront is buckling at Grid 9,” said Kenji, her lead signal analyst. His voice was calm, which meant he was terrified. tsf forefront
Elara felt her memories peel away like layers of wet paper. Her mother’s face. The taste of rain. The number seven. She became a thread of consciousness unspooling through the Forefront’s tear, and on the other side, she found… silence. “Going in