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(Launch countdown activated)

(T minus ten seconds)

(ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one)

U F O vapes lost in dance, trance creation,

Blast off! we have ignition, god speed with ambition.

Eight light-years deep, solitude the only currency,

Cruising through the Void, adjusting every orbital frequency.

You talk routine? I’m the mechanism, steady and precise,

Checking the pressure, calculating the precise sacrifice.

But the rhythm changed, the ship’s low thrum was cut off,

Replaced by a sound in the void that made my senses cough.

Tap-tap-tapping, a sickening percussion on the dome,

Sounded like the structure weeping, begging me to come home.

I hail Mission Control, my voice a gravel road of doubt,

"We got a structural failure, something’s knocking from the outside,

Sounds like horror on route".

They hit the negative, Commander, "Your audio is clean,"

Stuck inside a metal coffin, starring in a nightmare scene.

My crew started switching up, eyes full of cold disrespect,

Whispering "crazy," isolating me, cutting the direct connect.

The pressure mounted, paranoia was the only oxygen I breathed,

Needed slumber, refuge from the darkness that the helmet weaved.

But sleep was the access code, the fatal conduit, the key,

To the thing that was waiting, the hell that resided next to me.

Woke up to zero G chaos, every alarm blaring harsh and shrill,

The ship was yawing violently, fighting gravitational will.

Comms went flatline, static choked, every single line decayed,

Marooned in the black, a cosmic debt that had to be repaid.

I taste the fear, the metallic sting of panic in my mouth,

Then I catch the visual—the evidence spreading south.

Looked down at the armor, the pristine white suit, my final shield,

A massive crimson stain, blooming, where the fabric just had to yield.

Not hydraulic fluid, brother, this was biological heat,

Something inside had ruptured, something vital, something sweet.

I couldn’t breathe right, the air felt thick, heavy with the bleed,

This ain’t a malfunction, this is planting a carnivorous seed.

Then the reflection hit—not my face looking back in the visor’s glass,

But a pair of cold eyes, staring from the darkness, a parasitic mass.

It was living in the seal, feeding on the trapped condensation,

I’m locked in the cradle of my own slow suffocation.

This ain’t armor, man, this is a flesh-eating, high-tech trap,

Been waiting in the lining since the moment I snap.

I’m the host, the prison of the suit, the final captive caught,

My nervous system hijacked, every single battle fought and taught.

I try to move my hand, but it clenches with a foreign, rigid power,

This entity's the pilot now, controlling me within the final hour.

Too late for the Mayday, the signal is already dead,

I’m the sacrifice to the blackness, and the suit is wearing my head.

(U F O vapes has left the building)