Zalmos Proxy Info

Inside, the god sat at a folding table, eating instant noodles from a styrofoam cup. Zalmos looked like a retired actuary—thin hair, thick glasses, a cardigan with a coffee stain on the left cuff. He did not look up.

"You recalled me at 3 AM."

The god smiled. It was the saddest thing Elias had ever seen. zalmos proxy

Behind him, Zalmos sat alone in the lead hallway, waiting for a reply he already knew would never come. Inside, the god sat at a folding table,

"Zalmos."

The recall hit Elias at 3:14 AM. Not a phone chime or a knock—a dent in his sternum, pulling him north. He didn't own a car, didn't have a pass, but the Proxy didn't care. He dressed in the dark, walked twelve blocks to the Zalmos Arch, and pressed his palm to the reader. "You recalled me at 3 AM