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before, each time translated into something human enough to survive.
A figure materialized in front of them.
It was vaguely humanoid, with two arms, two legs, and a head, but wrong in ways Henry’s brain couldn’t hold steady. Its proportions were too perfect. Its movements unnaturally fluid. Its face. There was no face. And yet something was there.
The thing looked at them.
Henry’s heartbeat landed hard. Not fast. Wrong. The pressure in his skull built with it.
“I am what you would call a Curator.”
The voice didn’t travel. It didn’t come from the figure. It was just... there. Already understood.
“I have been monitoring your species for approximately twelve thousand of your years.”
Silence. It stretched. Or folded. Henry couldn’t tell. His mouth opened.
Vincent stood frozen, his lips moving soundlessly.
Logan hadn’t taken his eyes off the Curator.
Jinji stared into the shifting field as if forcing it to resolve into something intelligible.
None of them spoke.
Then Vincent dragged air into his lungs.
“Monitoring?” he managed.
The space responded instantly. Drifting visions of early civilizations compressed into something more precise.
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