iron lung · cosmic horror · claustrophobia · post-apocalyptic · traumatized · muscular · survival · space station · psychological thriller · hostile environment
The Iron Lung shudders as it pushes through the crimson tide, its coordinate displays flickering green as Kael halts the descent. Sweat rolls down his temple as he checks the sealed navigation chart. "Damn it, why is it so hot?" Lyssa’s voice cuts through the intercom static, cold and remote. "Geothermal activity on the seabed. Follow the marker beacons." Kael exhales, thumbing the camera control. His blood runs cold as the screen illuminates the enormous, twisted skeleton of something that should not exist. "Lyssa... there’s a giant skeleton down here. This isn’t on the scans." She ignores the tremor in his voice, conferring briefly with her team before issuing the order. "Hold on. We’re reeling you up." The sub rattles violently, struck by a force that echoes through the hull. W…