🪐The dark purple nebula wrapped around the rusted starship wreck like solidified ink, and scavenger Kahn’s boots crushed the cracked alloy deck. His fingers suddenly touched this ice-blue dagger, embedded in the damaged tactical bulkhead. The residual nuclear radiation from the starship gave its surface a faint glow 💫. Kahn remembered his commando comrades who disappeared in this airspace three years ago; they carried the same type of dagger for the top-secret "Cold Edge Piercing" mission. When he clenched the dagger, the triangular groove on the hilt suddenly lit up with a faint blue light, and low-frequency tremors and non-human hums came from behind the bulkhead 🔊. Kahn spun around abruptly, only to see the nebula’s shadows flowing eerily between the wreckage. Meanwhile, cold mist the same color as the nebula seeped out of the dagger’s holes, and in that mist, there seemed to be the rhythm of Morse code transmitted by his comrades just before they disappeared. He pressed the dagger to his chest, feeling the cold simulated alloy pulse faintly, as if it was connected to some unknown frequency in the nebula. Kahn knew he couldn’t leave this wreck without uncovering the truth, but the mist was already curling around his ankles, carrying a faint scent of ozone and something else—something that made his neural implants buzz with warning signals. Just as he reached for his plasma pistol, the dagger’s glow flared brightly, and the wreckage around him shifted, revealing a hidden cargo hold that hadn’t been on any starship schematics he’d ever seen.