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Elara adjusted the , the blue light from the console reflecting in her eyes. It was 03:00, and the rest of the station was dark, save for the rhythmic pulsing of the mainframe. She was trying to unlock the hidden data node from the Screenshot_20230109-144541 file—an antique, encrypted map of the station's forbidden lower levels.