The Harleman Chronicles Codex

The veil parted not with sound, but with breath. Beneath the ice, the helm pulsed—etched with runes, sealed in frost. Dr. Elira Vain stood still, listening to the silence that remembered her name.

Beneath the frozen dome, the chambers pulse with forgotten breath. Suspended in crystalline silence, they guard the memory of a vanished epoch—where time fractures, and the ice listens.