In 2459, aboard the derelict Zerg mothership wreckage at the edge of the Orion Arm🚀, the prosthetic fingertips of interstellar scavenger Kahn brushed against this short dagger encased in dark brown organic matter🔪. After stripping off the outer attachments with a plasma cutter, the matte white blade glowed coldly under the emergency lights, with fluorescent traces of Zerg neural fluid still coagulated in its three holes🟢. The spiral texture of the handle was an anti-slip structure designed exclusively for heavy-duty prosthetics🦾, tailored to the tactical modified limbs of the Interstellar Marine Corps. When Kahn tested it, he found that the dagger could effortlessly penetrate the carbonized chitin bulkhead of the mothership, leaving no molecular-level debris in its wake🧩. Every midnight, the dagger emitted a low-frequency hum only he could detect, as if synchronizing with some signal from deep space. Three days later, his portable communicator suddenly received an encrypted pulse from an unknown star system, its frequency perfectly matching the hum of the dagger, and the garbled code on the screen was rapidly reorganizing in a logical sequence he had never seen before...🌌