This is Captain Elara Rodriguez transmitting from the surface of Seraphia. We have moved the mission to the break-point between the permanent night and day zones to investigate the flora, fauna and animal life in the transition between these two parts of the planet. Our exploration has been proceeding well, but the mission was hit by an accident a few days ago when Dr. Sierra was was found incapacitated one mile from the main station. Dr. Sierra has come into contact with a parasitic organism that seems unique to the planet. The organism has attached itself to his face. It manifests as a series of intricate filaments intertwining with his epidermis. We initially attempted to extract the parasite but decided against it as we feared Dr. Sierra would incur tissue damage in the process. Our initial attempts to remove it was with resistance, as the filaments seem to embed themselves deeper into its host's skin when subjected to external force.
Read MoreINT. CIMMERIAN CLOISTER - ENTRY HALL - NIGHT
The air is thick with an eerie stillness, broken only by the distant howl of the wind. The massive wooden doors of the Cimmerian Cloister creek open, revealing a silhouette against the pale moonlight.
AMELIA (30s), a daring researcher with an air of skepticism, steps cautiously into the cavernous entry hall, clutching a worn journal. Her flashlight and the dying light of the day reveal faded tapestries and crumbling stone. Cobwebs sway in the corners like spectral curtains.
Read MoreNestled deep within the heart of the desolate Raven's Peak Mountains, a decrepit edifice known as the Cimmerian Cloister looms ominously against the backdrop of the perpetually overcast sky. This abandoned monastery, shrouded in an eternal veil of mist, holds a sinister tale that sends shivers down the spines of those who dare to speak its name. Centuries ago, the Cimmerian Cloister was a sanctuary for a reclusive sect of monks who delved into forbidden arts, seeking communion with the eldritch forces that dwelled in the shadows. The monks, practitioners of an ancient and arcane faith known as the Umbral Creed, believed in harnessing the energies of darkness to gain forbidden knowledge and power, and to use such power for unholy ends.
Read MoreIn the shadows of human ambition and scientific curiosity a spectral figure began to take form at the turn of the 20th century. By the middle of that century it had become fully fledged, and emerged in all its dark and sinister glory. Draped in a black hood, and acting from a menacing position of power, it embodied human power over the atoms, it was a piece of the sun in human hands:
It was the nuclear bomb.
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