this will be my final report.
i am writing this from quarantine.
i was part of the team that entered station ████-███ after the exclusion zone was established.
we were looking for answers.
we found them.
i wish we hadn't.
the station is empty.
not abandoned. empty.
all 247 personnel are gone.
not dead. gone.
we found their clothes. their personal effects. their footprints.
we found moisture everywhere.
red. thick. moving.
we found isolation ward 7.
the door was open.
cr-201 was still there. still strapped to the bed.
still breathing.
we tried to speak to him.
he didnt respond.
but his eyes moved.
they followed us.
and then he smiled.
we found the photographs from sm-13.
all of them.
including the ones that were never transmitted.
they showed the same structures. the same bones.
but in the last photograph, we found something else.
writing.
carved into the ocean floor.
in letters a hundred meters tall:
"THANK YOU FOR OPENING THE DOOR"
we evacuated the station.
we sealed it.
we left.
but as we pulled away, our sensors detected something.
the station was moving.
not drifting. moving.
under its own power.
toward the nearest inhabited colony.
we tried to warn them.
they didnt believe us.
three days later, we lost contact with that colony too.
i am writing this because you need to know.
the blood oceans are not oceans.
they are not water.
they are doors.
and we opened one.
the quiet rapture didnt take the planets.
the oceans did.
they came through.
they took what they wanted.
and then they left the doors open.
waiting.
for us to look inside.
i can hear breathing in my quarters.
theres moisture on my walls.
i know what it means.
if you find this, dont go to the blood oceans.
dont send anyone down there.
dont even look at them.
because they are looking back.
and once they see you
they never
stop
looking
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