Srtym

"S-R-T-Y-M," she said into the void, her voice trembling. "We see your map. But what's at the 'M'?"

Frustrated, she stared at her keyboard. Her fingers hovered over the home row. And then, like a ghost guiding her hand, she placed her left hand on the keys. Pinky on A, ring on S, middle on D, index on F.

"What language uses that?" Leo asked.

It was a stretch. But then she looked at the physical positions of those keys on the QWERTY keyboard. S, R, T, Y, M. They formed a jagged, almost straight line down the center-left of the board.

It was a shape. A spiral.

It wasn't a spiral. It was a map.

Her breath caught. She wrote the coordinates of each key on a piece of paper. S (2,1), R (3,2), T (4,1), Y (5,2), M (4,0). She plotted them. "S-R-T-Y-M," she said into the void, her voice trembling

She spread her hand unnaturally wide, imagining a different anatomy. If a being had six digits, their "home row" might be different. She mapped the letters to the keys a six-fingered hand would naturally rest on.