Day 4: The Pull

Transmission Log: Day 4
Commander: At0th3k
Location: Unknown
Status: Alive, Trapped

The descent has slowed, but my ship feels like it’s being drawn by an unseen force. I hover just above the surface, close enough to see the intricate details of this alien landscape. The fluid-like mountains shift continuously, reflecting the bizarre, vibrant colors of the sky. Metallic rivers glisten as they wind through fields of glowing, pulsating flora—it’s as if the ground itself is alive, breathing in patterns I can’t decipher. The atmosphere is thick, almost tactile, and it feels like I’m sinking into this world, like it’s trying to consume me.

My instruments are still unreliable, mostly static with occasional flashes of unknown data—none of it makes sense. A new noise has emerged, a low hum that resonates through the ship’s hull, as if trying to communicate or warn me of something below. I can’t tell if it’s coming from the planet or something else entirely. The sense of being watched, of something lurking just beyond my sight, grows stronger with each passing moment.

I’m still a prisoner in my own ship, unable to move or take control, but I’m documenting everything. Whatever is pulling us down has a purpose, and I intend to uncover it. Keep watching; every second here is a step deeper into the unknown.