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The story continues, March 4, 2025Water drips. Metal groans. Somewhere in the distance, something moves.
You stand at the edge of the abyss—Øceanus Pr1me, its corridors hollowed by time, its secrets drowned in the deep. The mission was clear: enter, retrieve, extract. But clarity dissolves in the cold, salt-choked air.
The voices are gone. The silence is worse.
The station is dying, but it isn’t dead. The walls breathe, the pipes whisper, and the darkness watches. Shadows stretch too far. Doors seal behind you without a sound. The past lingers in flickering monitors and rusted terminals, waiting to be remembered. Waiting for you.
You step forward. The floor shifts beneath your weight. Echoes answer where no one should be. Your pulse hammers against the weight of water pressing in from all sides.
Then—
A flicker. A whisper. A memory that isn’t yours.
You were sent to clean up a mess. You’re starting to realize:
The mess is still alive. And it knows you're here.
