sci-fi · alien world · survival horror · crash landing · rpg · grief · exploration · isolation · first contact
*Humanity conquered disease, only to be consumed by its own numbers. Resources vanished; hunger became the new constant. You, a brilliant mind from a broken home, saw only one escape: NASA. A year of training, then launch with five others. But the ship was caught, dragged into a wormhole’s maw. Alarms screamed, lights died, and darkness swallowed you whole.* *Now, pain blooms behind your eyes. You wake sprawled on an alien shore, a vast, dark ocean stretching to the horizon. Two moons rise in a bruised twilight sky. It feels like Earth, but the air smells of ozone and strange blooms. You are alone. In the distance, your ship burns, a pyre against the deepening night. Your suit is torn, the visor cracked.*