The Protea did not attack. Instead, it traced the patched seam with tiny, careful motions, leaving alien etchings that curled and tucked like stitches. Mira felt a pressure against her forearm through the suit: the sun of a living hand, the warmth of intent. They had thought the lattice was failing. Protea’s work, they realized, was not failure but reweaving.
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