Martian Whispers

A red Martian landscape stretches out, bathed in the soft glow of an alien sun. Captain Mira stands at the forefront, her posture upright and confident. She is holding a futuristic tablet in one hand, whilst raising the other to signal her team to halt. Dust swirls gently around them, illustrating the stillness and unrelenting environment. The cave entrance looms ominously in the background.

Mars, the final frontier. Today, it holds a new mystery.

Inside the cave, the flashlight beam illuminates a pristine human skeleton partially covered in Martian dust. Captain Mira crouches near it, examining it closely with a look of utter disbelief. Her eyes widen as she spots the small, worn notebook lying next to the skeleton. The cave appears vast yet claustrophobic with low ceilings and jagged walls.

a human skeleton on Mars.

Lieutenant Harris kneels beside Captain Mira, scrutinizing the skeleton with a furrowed brow. His gloved hand hovers hesitantly over the notebook before retracting. Mira has the notebook open and is delicately turning to the last page. The cave walls seem almost to lean in, their rough textures highlighted by the flashlight.

Who was here before them? The answer lies in an ancient notebook.

Captain Mira reads from the notebook, her face bathed in the glow of the flashlight, an expression of growing dread on her face. Lieutenant Harris looks over her shoulder, eyes wide in shock. The cave feels even more constricted, the air thick with a palpable tension. Their shadows loom large on the cave wall.

A chilling message echoes through time.