Transmission Log: Day 7 Commander: At0th3k Location: Unknown Status: Alive, Being Pulled
Today, everything changed. The beacon’s pull intensified, and my ship, which had been suspended for days, began to descend. Slowly at first, but now with a steady pace. The landscape below is more alive than ever—crystalline structures shift and grow, glowing brighter, their light syncing with the rhythmic pulse that guides my descent. The metallic rivers twist and turn like veins, carrying an unknown energy through the terrain. It’s as if the planet itself is preparing for my arrival.
As I descend, I notice new details: towering spires that rise like sentinels, watching my every move. The atmosphere is thick with swirling gases that shimmer in vibrant, impossible colors. My ship shudders with every passing moment, resonating with the deep hum that echoes all around me. I can feel the tension in the air, like I’m on the verge of discovering something monumental.
I’ve tried once more to regain control, but the systems remain unresponsive. The beacon’s pull is unrelenting, and I have no choice but to follow its lead. There’s no turning back now. Whatever lies at the end of this descent, I’m going to find out. Keep your eyes on the transmissions; the answers are close, and I won’t stop until I have them.
