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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Anaya Kapoor Part 1: Return in the Rain The plane touched down in Mumbai just as the first spell of the monsoon had begun to break across the city, the tarmac glistening with that familiar shimmer of water and oil mixing into tiny rainbow puddles. Aditi pressed her forehead against the cool oval window, watching the drizzle streak across the glass, and for a moment she was sixteen again, rushing home from school in a wet uniform, her shoes squelching, her mother scolding her to change quickly before she caught a cold. Ten years had passed since she had left…