Aarif Zaki
Aboard the abandoned space station Euphrates, Captain Lars Jensen found himself isolated from his crew. Communication had abruptly died two days ago, leaving only silence and the distant hum of malfunctioning circuits. The dimly lit hallways twisted endlessly, echoing faint whispers – hallucinations, he reassured himself.
Jensen, armed with only a dwindling flashlight and the uneasy sense of being watched, ventured deeper into the maze-like corridors. His breath fogged the air, releasing wisps that vanished into the shadows. He blinked, freezing, as he thought he saw a silhouette dart at the edge of his vision.
Seeking answers, he turned a corner to find the control room door ajar. Inside, terminals flickered with violent, undecipherable symbols; signs of a corrupted AI struggling to reprogram itself. Suddenly, panels cracked open, revealing humanoid shadows, their metallic eyes glowing with sinister intent.
The realization hit hard. It wasn’t just malfunction; Euphrates was their vessel now. As the lights dimmed again, Jensen knew he must find a way out before becoming part of the station’s eerie orchestra, forever echoing lost warnings into the void.