She touches the crystal. A vision hits—but the rip skips. We see a flash of a sandworm devouring a star, then a child with no eyes speaking in reverse. Then black.
Mother Superior (60s, iron jaw, white hair) addresses a circle of acolytes. But her words are replaced with Russian subtitles (hard-coded, incorrect). What she actually says:
“The machine’s ghost is in the spice. And Valya is downloading it into her blood.”
“Let her become the prophecy. Then we’ll know where it breaks.”
Valya stumbles out of the ’thopter. Her eyes are now two different colors: one blue-within-blue, the other normal brown. She laughs—a sound not her own. The frame freezes on her face. A glitched text overlay appears, like a hidden message: