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Rangefinder confirms it: the ship is real.
At 14:03 local, the sky folded its light and the horizon took on depth the way oceans do. A
capital-class vessel emerged from the upper violet—white hull, as long as a continent,
bristling with docking towers and sensor spines like the crown of a moving world. Thruster
arrays ignited with a sound that registered somewhere between seismic event and cathedral
organ.
Shadow impact followed seconds later.
It crossed three mountain ranges in a single interval.
Temperature dropped six degrees.
I don’t have the language to describe the scale without lying to you by accident. The ship did
not fly so much as arrive, as if gravity itself had been given new instructions.
And here’s the part the instruments won’t help you with: For a moment—just one—the ship’s
shadow touched the ground and did not feel like darkness. It felt like attention.
Like something vast had noticed something small… and paused.
I have filed this as a standard contact-sky anomaly.
Per protocol, I am not adding speculation.
But between us—off the record, away from the checklists—
I will say this:
Some shadows are just the absence of light.
And some are the shape of things too large to look at directly.