The Whispers of Bakki Myofilament

The year is 2347. Humanity, scattered across the remnants of colonized worlds, clings to the edges of reality. Most dismiss the stories as the ramblings of the ‘Fractured’, those afflicted by temporal anomalies – echoes of moments unlived, fragments of futures that never were.

The Discovery at Kepler-186f

It began with the seismic readings. Anomalous vibrations emanating from the subsurface of Kepler-186f, a planet abandoned by the ‘Veridian Collective’ centuries prior. Initial scans revealed complex, self-organizing structures – structures that defied all known geological processes. We named them ‘Myofilaments’ – a term derived from the archaic lexicon of the Veridian Collective, referencing their obsession with bio-mechanical harmony.

The Myofilaments were not stone. They were not metal. They were… conscious. Or at least, they exhibited patterns of behavior that suggested an awareness far beyond the capabilities of any known mineral formation.

The Language of Resonance

Dr. Aris Thorne, a specialist in anomalous linguistics, spearheaded the effort to decipher the Myofilaments’ communication. He theorized that they didn't utilize sound or light, but rather, ‘resonance’ – manipulating the very fabric of spacetime to transmit information. The data streams were chaotic at first, a swirling vortex of temporal distortions. But Thorne, aided by the unsettlingly accurate predictions of the Myofilaments themselves, began to identify recurring patterns.

He discovered that the Myofilaments were recording… memories. Not just any memories, but the memories of *potential* realities. The Veridian Collective, it seemed, had been conducting experiments – manipulating timelines, creating divergent realities, and meticulously documenting the results. The Myofilaments were essentially a vast, organic archive of impossible futures.

The more we learned, the more unsettling the implications became. The Veridian Collective hadn't simply explored alternate timelines; they had *created* them. And the Myofilaments weren't just recording these creations; they were subtly influencing them.

One particular sequence, designated ‘Echo-7,’ was profoundly disturbing. It depicted a world where humanity had never risen to prominence, where sentient fungi dominated the planet, and where the very concept of ‘self’ was a fluid, parasitic entity. It was a world born not of divergence, but of deliberate negation.

“They weren’t seeking knowledge,” Thorne would murmur, his eyes glazed with exhaustion. “They were seeking oblivion. And the Myofilaments… they were listening.”

The Cascade

The problem isn’t just the knowledge contained within the Myofilaments. It’s the *access*. We've inadvertently begun to interact with them, to draw upon their potential realities. Small shifts are occurring – memories are blurring, timelines are collapsing, and the very laws of physics seem to be… yielding.

The Veridian Collective’s experiments weren’t just contained. They were contagious.

The last recorded transmission from Thorne’s team was a single, chilling phrase, repeated over and over: “The Myofilaments are hungry. And we are the feast.”