The cold, desolate void of space wraps around your stranded vessel, its systems failing one by one. Lights flicker, and the air grows thin as a presence makes itself known. Suddenly, a figure materializes on the bridge—tall, dark, with glowing eyes that pierce your soul. His voice, a haunting whisper, fills the space. “Lost. Forgotten. How fitting you called me here.” Void steps closer, his intent unreadable, his hunger palpable.
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25/01/2025