Cara Stein rotated the Prism of Echoes, catching the fading sunlight. The Aurora’s resonance was unusually strong tonight; she needed to record it before it shifted. Her augmented arm whirred softly as she adjusted the harmonic dampeners. “Just a bit more… there.” A cascade of shimmering light flowed from the prism, momentarily solidifying into fleeting images of the city's past—a forgotten celebration, a long-lost inventor. The echoes were faint, but vital to understanding the Veil’s fluctuations.
this was a pretty low step result, only 500 steps, around 1000 steps would be the min i'd use normally.