“Every seed remembers the hand that buried it.”
— Fragment from the Lattice Codex, Cycle 971
They said Earth was born from dust and fire.
That time bent and cooled until oceans formed, life sparked, and we climbed from the void with trembling hands.
But they were wrong.
Earth was not born.
It was planted.
Buried deep inside a singularity — hidden where no one would look — behind veils of time, pressure, silence. A black hole large enough to swallow suns… became a cradle.
And inside it, something grew.
Fragile.
Curious.
Angry.
Beautiful.
They called us an anomaly.
A species with no context. A planet with laws that didn’t match the rest of the Lattice.
So they watched.
And when they feared what we might become,
they sealed the breach.
No light in.
No signal out.
Until now.
On the 9th rotation of Solis Prime’s eclipse cycle,
the seal cracked.
A signal slipped through. Not a message…
but a memory.
It carried images, emotion, sound.
A name. A warning. A seed code.
And it found her.
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She is not chosen.
She is remembered.
And the Void is waking.
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The Seed De Void
Science FictionWe were never the center of the universe. We were its secret. Planted in silence. Grown in the dark. Until the Void remembered us. 🪐 For fans of Interstellar, Arrival, The Three-Body Problem, and cosmic mysteries with emotional stakes. A slow-burn...
