Hease Snowflake !!hot!! -

Kael looked. Then he looked again.

In the glass-domed botanical station on Europa, “hease” was the most valuable currency—a rare, breathable essence extracted from the moon’s subsurface vents. Lyra was a hease-harvester, and she’d just found a snowflake. hease snowflake

“Hease snowflake,” Lyra whispered, the term born on the spot. A contradiction. A key. Kael looked

“Waste of time,” muttered her partner, Kael, scanning for energy signatures. “We need hease, not museum pieces.” ” Lyra whispered