A rhythmic tapping began on the recording. It sounded like fingernails on glass, but the tempo was too fast, too precise. It was Morse code. Elias pulled up a translator on his second monitor.
In the cluttered digital basement of a defunct deep-sea research station, a single file sat untouched for decades: .
The first photo showed a glass observation tank. Inside, a cluster of translucent, needle-like crystals seemed to be growing against the current. The timestamp was from 11:12 PM.