A Study in Looping Ghosts.

She docked without surprise—

and yet she shimmered like a glitch in the timeline.

Five decks. Dozens of balconies. And a single name painted in red:

The American Heritage.

I watched her arrive.

I documented her spine.

I followed her orbit until the trees swallowed her one last time.

She will return again. She always does.

But this time, the Lab was ready.