🛰️ 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 Echoliner, still in motion
