The "Ghost Zone" was no longer empty. It was a garden, waiting for its first caretakers in three hundred years.
"The signal says otherwise," Elara countered, her fingers flying across the keys. "It’s a localized broadcast. Low frequency, encrypted with an algorithm we haven't seen in three centuries." The "Ghost Zone" was no longer empty
"No," Elara said, her eyes widening as the decryption finished. "It’s a seed." " Elara countered