Aarya Menon Part 1: The Resonance The ship woke before the people did. That was how Mira always felt it—an undercurrent tremor rippling through the decks, like the Ark was stretching after a night’s dream. Then the alarms chimed soft and steady, a metronome for the morning ritual. Mira sat up on her cot in the medic quarters, pressing two fingers to the side of her neck. Her pulse stuttered, uneven, refusing the calm rhythm that the ship demanded. She swallowed hard, wiped her face, and stood. Outside the narrow corridor, hundreds were already moving in silence toward the Grand…
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Rhea Malhotra Part 1 – The Announcement The morning bell at Raipur High had always been shrill enough to cut through sleep, chatter, even monsoon thunder. But that day it sounded different—longer, harsher, like the metal clanged with purpose. Students rushed into the assembly hall, uniforms sticking with the last drizzle of rain, shoes leaving muddy half-moons on the stone floor. The ceiling fans swung lazily above us, too slow to dry the nervous sweat running down our backs. Something was off. Even the teachers stood stiff in their lines, whispering among themselves. I stood in the second row, shoving…