As its hazy tendrils swung down from clouds that flashed with impossible colours, we wondered if suicide was the better option. Surely the brief glimpses of our deceased loved ones were a trick? Surely death was still death and it couldn't possibly be any worse than facing the nameless behemoth that was slowly moving closer to our world, peering down at us with an incomprehensible face.
Its initial entry had sent out an electromagnetic shockwave that all but annihilated any and every piece of tech we relied upon. Evidently we were the last to know as word got out that our governments had been studying the breach point for the last eight years.
There was no time left for the rest of us to try and run, no spaceships left after the rich stole themselves away to the Martian colonies without so much as a glance back at us. We had been abandoned to something older than our universe, something that warped gravity around it with its sheer size and something that could only see us as insects in comparison.
The sky trembled as it heaved itself through from one unknown realm and into another. The world was in chaos as we ran, hid or died in our millions while it just kept coming through until the air itself felt like it was made of those strange hazy tendrils that seemed to come from inside us as much s they did from the creature itself.
For one moment, one singular, agonizing moment, it was here.
In its entirety.
Staring down at us, soaking in the disorder of our world as tendrils gently collected the bodies of the dead.
And then, with no warning or reason, it retreated. It must have taken over a billion bodies back with it, our estimations are forever rising, still, it left and we count that as a victory. We know as much about it as we did before it arrived but for now we're safe.
The same can't be said for the traitor ships returning from Mars.
Its initial entry had sent out an electromagnetic shockwave that all but annihilated any and every piece of tech we relied upon. Evidently we were the last to know as word got out that our governments had been studying the breach point for the last eight years.
There was no time left for the rest of us to try and run, no spaceships left after the rich stole themselves away to the Martian colonies without so much as a glance back at us. We had been abandoned to something older than our universe, something that warped gravity around it with its sheer size and something that could only see us as insects in comparison.
The sky trembled as it heaved itself through from one unknown realm and into another. The world was in chaos as we ran, hid or died in our millions while it just kept coming through until the air itself felt like it was made of those strange hazy tendrils that seemed to come from inside us as much s they did from the creature itself.
For one moment, one singular, agonizing moment, it was here.
In its entirety.
Staring down at us, soaking in the disorder of our world as tendrils gently collected the bodies of the dead.
And then, with no warning or reason, it retreated. It must have taken over a billion bodies back with it, our estimations are forever rising, still, it left and we count that as a victory. We know as much about it as we did before it arrived but for now we're safe.
The same can't be said for the traitor ships returning from Mars.
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