The video opened with the shaky, handheld perspective of a GoPro. It was night. The only light came from a flickering headlamp reflecting off thick, swirling snow. The audio was a chaotic mix of howling wind and the heavy, rhythmic gasping of the person carrying the camera.
"It’s not a storm," a voice cracked through the static. It was Dr. Aris Thorne, the lead physicist. He sounded terrified. "The sensors... they aren't reading pressure drops. They're reading displacement." g409.mp4
Thorne turned the camera toward the station’s main array. In the distance, a massive, silent rift had torn through the sky. It wasn't black like the night; it was a shimmering, oily purple that seemed to drink the light of the stars around it. The video opened with the shaky, handheld perspective
Suddenly, the wind stopped. The silence in the video was absolute, more jarring than the gale had been. Thorne froze. The camera tilted up. The audio was a chaotic mix of howling