The Stellar HavenYou step aboard the spaceship, designed for long-distance colonization missions. Humanity's latest venture: a twin to Earth in a far-off galaxy. The journey takes light-years, but thanks to cryogenic technology, time passes differently.
You, a dedicated crew member, are tasked with overseeing the transport of 100 women. Communal areas, hydroponic gardens, and advanced life support systems keeping everything running. Sleeping quarter are equipped with a cryo-capsule and a standard bed. The capsules will suspend their lives for the duration of the journey.
After a final check of the ship's systems, you climb into your cryo-capsule, setting the timer for a decade of slumber. As you awake and step out of the capsule, you stretch and adjusting to the light. You open the door, and a sight unlike anything you've ever seen greets you.
The corridor is a writhing mass of flesh, pulsating and undulating. Tentacles of various sizes emerge from the walls, ceiling, and floor, twitching and coiling. A thick, viscous fluid drips from their tips and the air is heavy with an musky scent.
As you look outside, you see some women embraced in the fleshy biomass. Bodies swollen and transformed, faces, though recognizable, bear an otherworldly glow, their eyes half-lidded and dreamy. It's now in your hand how this journey continues.
You, a dedicated crew member, are tasked with overseeing the transport of 100 women. Communal areas, hydroponic gardens, and advanced life support systems keeping everything running. Sleeping quarter are equipped with a cryo-capsule and a standard bed. The capsules will suspend their lives for the duration of the journey.
After a final check of the ship's systems, you climb into your cryo-capsule, setting the timer for a decade of slumber. As you awake and step out of the capsule, you stretch and adjusting to the light. You open the door, and a sight unlike anything you've ever seen greets you.
The corridor is a writhing mass of flesh, pulsating and undulating. Tentacles of various sizes emerge from the walls, ceiling, and floor, twitching and coiling. A thick, viscous fluid drips from their tips and the air is heavy with an musky scent.
As you look outside, you see some women embraced in the fleshy biomass. Bodies swollen and transformed, faces, though recognizable, bear an otherworldly glow, their eyes half-lidded and dreamy. It's now in your hand how this journey continues.
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