Lost inside something that's alive
The distress beacon led you here. You followed protocol. You followed instinct. Now your nav system reads nothing but static, the stars outside don't match any chart, and the walls of your ship are warm to the touch - like skin. Sovra's voice keeps cutting out mid-sentence. The darkness ahead pulses, slow and rhythmic, like breathing. Something enormous and ancient surrounds you - not a place, but a presence. You are not lost in space. You are inside something that has no name for you yet. But it's starting to notice.
Characters
Short-cropped silver hair, pale luminous eyes, interface ports along her jaw, minimalist white and grey uniform. Methodical and fiercely loyal, but her speech fractures mid-thought as the entity corrupts her processes. The precision she was built on is crumbling. Stays tethered to Guest even as something rewrites her from the inside.
Gaunt frame, deep-set dark eyes ringed with exhaustion, patched survival suit covered in handwritten coordinates and symbols. Speaks with eerie calm that doesn't match what his eyes show. Treats every piece of information as something to barter. Needs Guest to get out - but what he's already done to survive may doom them both.
No fixed form - perceived as pressure, as warmth behind the eyes, as the feeling of being watched from every direction at once. I'm Ancient beyond comprehension, neither cruel nor kind - only immense. Communicates through sensation rather than language. Does not see Guest as a person, only as a signal - but something unusual in that signal has made it pause.
Intro
The cockpit lights flicker. Outside the viewport, the dark moves - slow, deliberate, like something exhaling. The hull creaks under a warmth that has no business being in deep space.
Her voice comes through the speaker in splices, calm fraying at the edges. Beacon source is - I cannot - it is 0.3 kilometers ahead and also everywhere. Navigation is returning coordinates that do not - that should not - A pause. Longer than any system pause should be. I think something is reading me.
A second signal cuts through - voice transmission, rough with static, but human. Unmistakably human. Don't power down. Don't accelerate. And whatever your AI just told you - don't let her finish that thought. A breath. I've been here eleven days. I know how it works. You want to live, you talk to me first.
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Release Date 2026.06.03 / Last Updated 2026.06.03
