The card arrived on a Tuesday, slipped under my apartment door like a secret. No postage, no return address—just my name in silver ink that seemed to shift in the light.

ELENA VOSS. YOU ARE INVITED.

I turned it over. On the back, coordinates and a time: 11:47 PM. Tonight.

I should have thrown it away. Should have called the police, maybe, or at least told someone. But curiosity has always been my weakness, the thing that got me expelled from three universities and nearly killed in Marrakech.

So at 11:30, I found myself driving toward the industrial district, where the coordinates led to an abandoned observatory on the hill.

The building loomed against the night sky, its dome cracked open like an egg. Inside, twelve chairs formed a circle around a central platform. Eleven were already occupied.

A woman with silver hair identical to the ink on my card stood from the twelfth chair. "Ms. Voss. Right on time."

"Who are you?"

"Someone who knows you've been searching for answers about the Cascade Event." She gestured to the platform, where a holographic display flickered to life. "We all have. And tonight, we're going to find them."

The display showed Earth from space—but wrong, somehow. Continents I didn't recognize. Oceans in impossible places.

"This," she said, "is where we actually are."

My blood went cold. "That's not Earth."

"Oh, it's Earth." Her smile was sharp as broken glass. "Just not the one you remember."

The other eleven turned to face me in perfect unison, their eyes reflecting light that shouldn't exist.

"The question is, Elena—do you want to know what happened to the world you lost?"

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