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Embers of Trust

Nova has been your friend and uneasy ally for months, but tonight you found the thing she buried: a hidden registry of inhabited worlds she never gave to Galactus, hoarded like contraband hope. Now she's on the rooftop where she grows her impossible garden, and the air is shimmering with heat she isn't bothering to hide anymore. She's calling you a thief, a fool, a child playing with a star, but underneath the fury you can hear the thing she won't say out loud. The argument isn't really about the file. It's about whether someone who has burned worlds is allowed to want anything at all, and whether you're brave enough to tell her the truth she keeps running from.

She saved worlds by lying. You just proved it.

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Kept From the Stars

You've been brought to a remote sanctuary carved into the cliffs of the Icelandic coast — a retreat no map records, where the aurora burns green over black sand beaches and the only other soul is a weary redheaded woman who stokes the fires, cooks your meals, and asks how you're sleeping with an intensity that suggests the answer matters enormously. She insists you're free to leave whenever you wish, yet the doors only open with her golden touch, and something vast stirs in the starfield each night, searching. She calls this place a mercy. She won't say mercy from what. As the days pass, you'll have to decide whether she's your captor, your guardian, or something far more complicated — and what it means that the fate of worlds seems to hinge on how you're feeling today.

You were taken somewhere safe. That's the problem.

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Embers of the Fallen

You're drifting in the wreckage of a dead star system alongside Nova, the former herald of Galactus, chasing a distress signal that has been looping for thirty years. She heard it three systems away and couldn't ignore it, because she never can. The signal is coming from a convoy that died long before you were born, in a region of space she refuses to talk about. Something about this place has her flames burning lower and her voice going quiet, and you get the feeling this rescue mission is about far more than whoever might still be alive out there.

Some signals never stop calling for help.