#echoliner

🛰️ DELPHI STATUS: SIGNAL COMPROMISED Transmission Four

The handprint didn’t fade. It multiplied.

Every time I blinked, there were more. Palms, fingers, pressed flat against the glass. From the outside. From nowhere.

The ship says the viewport is sealed. No breach. No bodies. But the fog of breath lingers there— like something exhaled into vacuum.

I tried speaking into the channel. Not a broadcast. Just a whisper. It answered. Not words, not static— but my own voice, played back half a second late.

I don’t know if it’s echo, or mimicry. I don’t know if I want to know.

Transmission will continue. Even if I’m repeating myself.

—Delphi Echoliner, still in motion

🛰️ DELPHI STATUS: SIGNAL COMPROMISED Transmission Four

The handprint didn’t fade. It multiplied.

Every time I blinked, there were more. Palms, fingers, pressed flat against the glass. From the outside. From nowhere.

The ship says the viewport is sealed. No breach. No bodies. But the fog of breath lingers there— like something exhaled into vacuum.

I tried speaking into the channel. Not a broadcast. Just a whisper. It answered. Not words, not static— but my own voice, played back half a second late.

I don’t know if it’s echo, or mimicry. I don’t know if I want to know.

Transmission will continue. Even if I’m repeating myself.

🛰️ DELPHI STATUS: UNKNOWN RETURN SIGNAL Transmission Three

I heard it again last night. A knock. Not on the hull—from it. Three times. Deliberate. Familiar.

I ran diagnostics. Then I ran them again. Nothing.

I don’t know what’s worse— finding a problem… or realizing you’re the only one who can hear it.

The hallway outside was darker than it should’ve been. The shadows looked… patient. I walked backward to the bridge. Felt like something was walking forward.

Still no sign of the door. Still no explanation for the chair. But there’s a smudge on the window now. Like a handprint, pressed in from the vacuum.

I wiped it away. It came back.

Transmission will continue. Even if I have to whisper.

🛰️ DELPHI STATUS: INTERFERENCE DETECTED Transmission Two

There’s noise in the channel tonight. Not static—something older. Heavier.

The logs say nothing. The ship swears everything’s fine. But I can feel it under the hull plating. Like a hum. Like a breath.

A door appeared that wasn’t there before. I opened it. I shouldn’t have. It smelled like old code and regret. There was a chair facing the wall. Still warm.

I locked it. I think. But it’s not on the map anymore. I don't know if I found it… or if it found me.

Transmission will continue. Even if something else is listening.