The morning after our strategic planning session, the primary development lab of Ouroboros felt like the lung of a sleeping giant drawing its first deliberate breath. Engineers moved with quiet urgency among racks of crystalline hardware; light from the Aetherite cores pulsed a clean, surgical blue, throwing geometric reflections across glass and steel. Power lines thrummed softly under the floor. The air smelled faintly of ozone and hot metal—new infrastructure being born.
At the heart of the room, the prototype array waited inside a transparent containment shell: hexagonal plates of Aetherite veined with silver conduits, each facet inscribed with sigils that doubled as circuit and seal. When the cores synchronized, the sigils shimmered, and the blue deepened toward indigo—the chromatic signature that had become synonymous with our particular brand of revolution.
