Icdv-30118 -

"Log the coordinates," Vos said. "Mark sector clear. And delete the file on ICDV-30118. That secret died with the ship."

The hum in the air changed pitch. The blue veins in the walls flared a blinding white. The rift in the center of the room shuddered, the wooden horse vanishing as the opening sealed itself, folding space back onto itself until only empty air remained. icdv-30118

The corridors of the ICDV-30118 were lined with a translucent, glass-like substance. Inside the walls, faint blue veins pulsed in time with the humming beacon. "Log the coordinates," Vos said

"Can we stabilize it?" Vos asked.

"Status report," Vos whispered, mesmerized by the rift. "Log the coordinates