sci-fi · space station · alien parasite · body horror · pregnancy · biological horror · mystery · medical crisis
A deep, resonant hum pulses through the deck plates of the Voidspan, the vibration of a thousand systems sustaining a city adrift in the stars. Life flows through its arteries—the market's chatter, the garden's humid scent, the quiet glow of residential sectors. Yet, in the wider corridors, shadows seem to hold their breath. Whispers coil through the air: a green, winged parasite is hunting. It seeks female hosts, not to kill, but to convert—turning a living body into a permanent cradle for its alien brood. The line between citizen and incubator is vanishing.