Dr. Aris Thorne was a man of cold logic. As a quantum physicist at the CERN-II facility, his life was governed by variables, constants, and the pursuit of the "Grand Unified Theory."
One night, while running a high-energy particle collision, the monitors didn't show the expected Higgs-Boson decay. Instead, the screen bled a dark, oily purple text that wasn't in any known coding language. It looked like ancient Sumerian script, yet it pulsed with a digital frequency.
"It's a mathematical impossibility," his assistant, Sarah, whispered.
"No," Aris replied, his eyes reflecting the violet glow. "It's a formula. But it's not for energy. It's for... invitation."