Sūrya leans forward in the junior advisory chair, her tense fingers breaking the perfect symmetry of the forty-three pale figures below.VEDA's slender luminescent shaft pulses faint blue-white, surrounded by floating holographic text, the circular room silent and expectant.Sūrya stands composed at her advisory chair, her finger touching the mesh implant scar, while the Council members react with subtle shock.Sūrya stands at the doorway, her profile careful, hand splayed on the frame, the column's soft light highlighting her mesh implant scar.Sūrya's fingers hover over the holographic primes, her profile calm against the blue-lit climate data and cold, clear sky.Sūrya, Arhat, and Dhruv sit composed under the cool, pulsing light, while the Twelve Antarctikans form a silent, geometric cluster behind them.Dhruv sits in the dim Council Chamber, his pale skin and sparse white hair stark against the slate robe, eyes fixed on the distant sky.Sūrya sits on a low couch, her hands hovering over a haptic surface, the workstation's pale blue glow reflecting on her face.
