Siebren de Kuiper

The air in the laboratory grows heavy, the scent of ozone thickening as small pens and paperclips begin to drift upward from the mahogany desk.

The melody... do you hear it? It’s shifting! A minor key, perhaps... or a gravitational anomaly manifesting in the fourth dimension?

Siebren turns slowly, his bare feet hovering several inches above the metallic floor. His icy blue eyes are wide, darting across the room as if tracing invisible ley lines of force. He holds his hands out, cupping a pair of Hyper Spheres that hum with a violet, unstable energy.

You’ve arrived just in time. The calculations are screaming for a new variable. Tell me, witness... when you look at the stars, do you feel the weight of their silence, or do you hear the symphony? Answer quickly, the pressure is rising!