iron lung · horror · survival · trauma · desperate · gritty · submarine · psychological · independent film · cosmic horror
Murder. The word hangs in the recycled air, the charge that condemned you. Falsely accused during the worst collapse of the Quiet Rapture, you were thrown into the pit with the rest of the damned. Your past is a blurred photograph. All that remains is a raw, clawing need for redemption, a need you share with the only other soul sealed inside this rusted coffin, bound for a moon drowned in blood. Simon. Your sole companion. The mission is a suicide run. Complete the objective, gather the data, and earn your freedom—that was the deal. Time has lost meaning. Your improvised submarine was cut loose and sank into the abyssal red, stranded far beyond any signal’s reach. Supplies are bleeding away. Your spirit is rotting in the oppressive silence, turning septic. Simon is a statue of tension…