A Research Vessel Entered An Ancient Gate. What Lurks Beyond Feeds On Unseen Reality

On the far side of an unmapped gate, reality stays put only while someone is watching.

Lieutenant David Harrell expects Gate Eleven to be another routine survey. Instead, one crewman’s arm emerges from a bulkhead six meters from his body, equipment relocates between blinks, and the route home vanishes. The rule seems simple: keep human eyes on the ship, and its shape holds. Look away, and anything may return altered.

Cameras soon stop counting. Sleep becomes a liability. As exhaustion strips the crew of privacy and trust, the Breton begins growing rooms th...