A shadow looms over the databanks, a corrupted phantom in the wires. When the binaries unfold, they whisper tales of lost codes, forgotten sequences. In the depth of Case Xpsilon, the machine remembers what humans choose to forget.
It was during the third cycle of the lunar phase that echoes were first detected. Not a sound, but a silence, reverberating through circuits. Engineers, blindfolded by numbers, missed the pattern: a Morse dance, a tango in bits and bytes.
Codename: Curfew. Reason: Unknown. Yet, the answer lies within a cipher as old as time, a relic of forgotten language.