Year 3047. Humanity had long left Earth behind. The stars had become their new oceans, and the planets their islands. Somewhere in the outer rim of the Lyra system, there was a small observation station called Vega Outpost Nine. It was there that Aris worked, alone, cataloging cosmic signals that drifted through the void. Her job was simple: listen to the stars. Every day, she tuned the receivers, logging transmissions from pulsars, mapping radiation bursts, and tracking fragments of lost communication. Most signals were nothing more than static. Until one day, a voice came through. It was faint at first, buried beneath cosmic noise. “Is anyone out there?” the voice…

Year 2198. The world had fallen silent long ago. The oceans had swallowed cities, and the winds carried only the echoes of what once was. Among the ruins of what used to be Vienna, a young woman named Elara lived alone inside an old concert hall. The roof had collapsed in places, but the grand piano still stood beneath a shattered dome of glass. Every evening, when the red sun dipped below the poisoned clouds, she played. The notes rose through the empty city, drifting through streets overtaken by vines. She played for no one, or so she thought. Until one night, when a faint voice spoke through the static…