He checked his wrist display: . The latest firmware update flickered, a digital ghost in the machinery of his suit. It promised improved stability, better navigation, and enhanced scanning capabilities—things he desperately needed in this gravity-defying tomb.

He activated his scanners. The new update hummed to life, highlighting faint trails of energy left by his predecessor. "Follow the red," a voice crackled over his comms—distorted, familiar, yet impossibly far away.

The air in the airlock hissed, a cold, mechanical sigh that felt more like a warning than a welcome. Elias gripped the handle of his multi-tool, his knuckles white against the dark metal. He had been sent to this derelict Volgravian base on a simple mission: retrieve the data. But the deeper he went into the heart of the station, the more the reality around him seemed to fray at the edges.