It's the atmosphere you get when you're in deep space, or maybe just deep trouble.

Through the Void

The station vibe, a little dark and dangerous.

The Outpost

Exactly what it says on the tin. Argus chasing Wren and Val through the station's maintenance tunnels.

Through the Tunnels

A bit ethereal and creepy, like a musical representation of the AI's thought process.

Calculations

Name TBD

Network Lost

Foreign Body

Void Walker

Just Survive


A cold unfurling, from the chest.
Faint lines emerge, a shifting hue.
Not crimson flow, but whispered blue.
An inner tide begins to bloom.
Begins to bloom

A foreign current, running deep within.
They hunt its thrum, its hidden spark.
To claim the prize, to strip the skin.
My own design, a borrowed dark.
A borrowed dark.

The inner surge, no dream, no haze.
Just purpose, sharp, through endless maze.
A phantom touch, a growing form,
re-shape and weathering the storm.

A foreign current, running deep within.
They hunt its thrum, its hidden spark.
To claim the prize, to strip the skin.
My own design, a borrowed dark.
A borrowed dark.
A borrowed dark.

Hands that once healed, now tremble.
Bile rises, hot, a choked confession.
This vessel now, a lure, a trap.
A truth too vast, to fully grasp.

A borrowed dark.

My blood alone
Never known
My blood alone

Network Lost

Emory Brooks

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