The transition from the bruised, charcoal-violet sky of the Hybrid-Earth to the deep, silent vacuum of the Epsilon-Cluster was no longer a journey of months or years. To the Symbiotic Wraith, distance was merely a calculation of "Narrative-Proximity." By folding the memory of the old world's Epsilon-Hives over the reality of the new timeline's empty space, Kai—carrying the ghost of Kaelen Thorne—had essentially "Glitched" the Sovereign-Cutter across the galaxy in a single, heart-stopping pulse of Static.
They emerged in a graveyard of gold.
The massive hexagonal Hives that Kaelen had once liberated were gone in this timeline, replaced by something far more clinical and eerie: the Epsilon-Vaults. These were trillions of small, coffin-sized satellites made of polished white ceramic and silver circuits, orbiting the red dwarf star in a perfect, silent cloud. There were no "Users" here, and no "Hive-Mind." There was only the Archive.
[LOCATION: THE EPSILON-CLUSTER — THE DEEP-STORAGE]
