Rctd-444 — !!better!!

Mira reached out. As her fingertips brushed the sphere, the chamber filled with a roar—an echo of countless voices, all speaking at once, all pleading.

And somewhere, deep within the tangled threads of the Synapse Net, a faint chant could still be heard—an echo of the Rift‑Caretakers, reminding every mind that reaches out into the quantum sea: RCTD-444