Ursula realizes she is watching an autopsy tutorial. The aliens—whoever they were—learned about their world by taking it apart. She tries to record the data, but the machine malfunctions, projecting a garbled message: a distress signal dated 100 years before the Demeter arrived. Someone else crashed here. Someone else lived here. And they didn’t leave.

For Sam, that means flora sprouting from his skull. For Kamen, that means losing his memories to a hungry ghost. For Ursula, that means watching a robot grow moss. And for Azi, the lone pragmatist, it means tightening her grip on the knife and wondering how long she can remain the one who cuts before she, too, is cut.

They crash onto the high grasslands, gasping. The air is clean. The sun is warm. And then Sam looks at his hand. The infection hasn’t retreated. It has spread to his jaw. He can feel roots moving behind his teeth.

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