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She decided to trace the call’s origin. Her equipment was esoteric: a dechronal resonator and a spectral oscilloscope, devices she’d built from salvaged radio telescope parts. When she fed the recording into the resonator, the oscilloscope didn’t display sound waves. It displayed coordinates .

Latitude and longitude. A place. An abandoned observation deck on the 9th floor of the Sunflower Plaza—a building that had been condemned since the 1990s. The name in the building’s old logbooks? Di 9 hua . The day she went, the clock was ticking toward 3:05 PM. The plaza’s lobby smelled of rain and rust. She climbed nine flights of stairs, each landing darker than the last. On the ninth floor, a single door hung open. Beyond it, the “observation deck” was a circular room with a domed glass ceiling, most panes shattered. Weeds grew through cracks in the terrazzo floor. In the center stood a rotary phone on a wooden stool. Its cord led nowhere—just cut wire ends curled like dead vines. She decided to trace the call’s origin

Lian hung up the phone. The glass dome above her began to glow with a soft, golden light. She stepped back into the stairwell, and the door clicked shut behind her. The phone was gone. The ninth floor became just an empty concrete shell. It displayed coordinates

At exactly 3:05 PM, the phone rang.