The postcard was a lie.
We found the anomaly on the second day.
“Take us in,” I said.
It was Leo’s signal. The one he’d sent six months ago. The one that got me here. Triangle -2009-
“You shouldn’t have come, sis. Now there are three of us.” The postcard was a lie
“It’s not a geological formation,” he whispered. “The angles are too precise. It’s a… frame.” Triangle -2009-