I woke up on the Vigilant.
In my bunk. Fully clothed. Logs reset. HALCYON functional.
No sign of Lyra, Keene, or Nolan.
Crew manifest listed me as the sole occupant.
I tried to send a message back to Earth. The antenna pointed to coordinates that no longer mapped.
I searched for proof—files, samples, data. Found nothing.
Except a single note on the console:
"If you remember, it wasn't a dream."
And I do remember. Pieces. Fragments. Feelings more than facts.
I know I left something behind. Or someone. Maybe myself.
The signal is still out there. Faint. Distant.
Calling.
Maybe it never stopped.
Maybe it's me.