Sector: Core Spiral — Five Systems Infected
The Union called it the Weeping Syndrome.
Of course, they didn’t know what it was.
Thousands across five planets woke up sobbing, with no dream to explain it.
Leaders hallucinated double selves.
Architects forgot the shape of geometry.
Singers sang in voices they didn’t recognize.
And then—
It stopped.
Harkonnen V — One Week After Collapse
Selariin-Vex was gone.
The envoy, too.
Their dreams: burned away by psychometric purges.
And just like that—
The dreams returned to silence.
Too clean.
Too empty.
“It was like something exhaled,” said one Vexian priest,
“and suddenly the whole world held its breath.”
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Planet: Xelyon-8 — Adjacent System
The Xelyari never dreamed.
Their minds were cold logic and pulsecode rituals.
But during the final days of the plague—
They felt.
They began screaming at reflective surfaces.
They started painting.
Their greatest coder wrote a final line of code, then tore her own limbs off.
The line read:
// I dreamed. That means I’m broken.
After that—no more incidents.
Union Council Summit — Emergency Assembly, Undisclosed Location
Thirty-five alien races.
Five systems silenced.
Zero answers.
A scientist of the Rh’Tal species stands before the council.
Cold. Calculating.
“The infection obeyed no rules of physics. No transfer of matter. No detectable bio-agent.”
“It spread through proximity of mind. Through meaning.”
He paused. Then added:
“It ignored humans.”
Council Room, Tension Rising
“Humans were present on three of the five systems. They suffered no anomalies. Their minds did not bend.”
“The infected species were all high-dreamers. Cultural dream-sharing, psionic rituals, empathy bonding.”
A Serakian diplomat leaned forward:
“And humans?”
“Immune. Violently so.”
Silence.
“They are the only known species who cannot be turned by the Echo Plague.”
Hidden Line in the Encrypted Union Report
"The infection does not try to turn them."
"It tries to kill them. Personally. Every time."
Planet: Nyara Prime — Secret Human Outpost
A soldier stands watching the skies.
She speaks to her captain:
“It spread to five systems.”
“Yeah.”
“Then it stopped?”
“No.” He turns to her, slowly.
“It chose to wait.”
“For what?”
“For us.”