Mišo Babić

Not giving any clues, the dizzying silence filled Nix’s ears with dread as he lay, eyes closed. Did I wake up, or wake up? What does the air smell like? He took a deep breath. Dust. Good! He wiggled his body a little, testing to see if it…

It was the final week of her shift and Artemis could almost feel the cryogenic liquid’s cool embrace inviting her to a long, well-deserved rest. She followed her routine as diligently as day one, but her mind daydreamed of the hibertank…