MidReal Story
Lost Among the Cosmic Storms
Scenario: A woman wandering in the interstellar space
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Seraphina Voss
mysterious guide, acquaintance of Elara and Kaelen, ethereal with flowing robes, enigmatic and wise
Elara Thorne
lost traveler, no relationships, pale with silver hair, resilient and introspective
Kaelen Rys
fellow lost traveler, ally to Elara, darkskinned with sharp eyes, resourceful and cautious
The first time I saw Kaelen Rys, I was alone in the dark.
I woke up in a damaged spacecraft, adrift in the vast unknown of interstellar space.
The only thing that kept me from losing my mind was the knowledge that I wasn’t alone.
He was out there somewhere, just like me—a lost traveler with no way home.
We were two souls adrift in the void, and somehow, I knew we were meant to find each other.
It was only a matter of time.
I’d been wandering for days when I found the space station.
It was a derelict hulk, half-buried in an asteroid field, but it was shelter from the cosmic storm that raged around me.
I docked my ship and went inside, hoping to find something—anything—that would help me get home.
The station was a ghost town, its corridors empty and silent.
I wandered through it for hours, searching for signs of life, but there was nothing but dust and darkness.
I crept toward it, my heart pounding in my chest.
I didn’t know what—or who—I would find there, but I was desperate for company.
The corridor was long and narrow, with doors on either side leading to different chambers of the station.
The sound was coming from the end of the corridor, where the shadows were deepest.
I hesitated for a moment, then steeled myself and moved forward.
As I rounded the corner, my heart leaped into my throat.
There was something—or someone—lying on the floor in front of me, barely visible in the darkness.
I took a step closer, then stopped short, my eyes widening in shock.
The figure on the floor was human—or at least it had been once.
What remained was a grotesque mockery of humanity, a twisted mass of flesh and metal fused together in an unholy union.
I stumbled backward with a cry of horror, my heart racing in my chest.
Then something caught my foot and I tripped, falling to the floor.
I landed hard on my hands and knees, the metal floor biting into my skin.
For a moment, I lay there, gasping for breath and trying to calm my racing heart.
Then I forced myself to get up, my eyes darting around the corridor for any sign of danger.
But there was nothing there.
The figure on the floor hadn’t moved.
It was just a heap of twisted metal and flesh—harmless and inert.
I let out a shaky breath and turned away.
It was then that I saw the light—a faint flicker glowing at the end of the corridor.
My heart leaped into my throat.
I’d been wandering through this place for hours, searching for anything that could help me get home.
And now—just when I was about to give up—I’d finally found it.
I took a step toward the light, then another—and that’s when I saw it: something moving in the shadows at the very edge of my vision.
I froze, my heart pounding in my chest.
There was something there—some kind of creature lurking in the darkness—and it was coming toward me.
I didn’t wait around to see what it was.
I turned and ran, my footsteps echoing through the empty corridors as I raced back to my ship and slammed the door behind me.
For a long time, I stood there, gasping for breath and listening for any sign of pursuit.
But there was nothing—just silence and darkness all around me.
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It was enough to make you go mad.
At first, I’d been drawn to its beauty—the swirling colors and sparkling lights that danced across its surface like a shimmering veil.
But that was before I knew the truth about this place.
Now that I’d seen the cosmic storm with my own eyes, I knew better than to be fooled by its beauty.
It was a dangerous place, full of deadly energy and swirling chaos—and I was right in the middle of it, with nowhere to hide.
I looked out at the storm, scanning its surface for any sign of movement.
For as long as I could remember, I’d been searching for something—a way home, a path to safety, a place where I could finally rest.
But no matter how hard I looked, I never seemed to find it.
Not until that night—the night everything changed.
It was just another day on Earth—or so I thought.
I was at home, getting ready for bed, when I heard a noise outside.
At first, I thought it was just an animal—a stray dog or a raccoon looking for food.
But then I heard another noise—a loud, metallic crash that made me jump.
I went to the window and looked outside, but it was too dark to see anything.
All I could hear was the sound of something heavy dragging itself across the ground.
I grabbed a flashlight and went outside to investigate.
The night was cold and clear, with a bright full moon shining down from above.
At first, I didn’t see anything—but then something moved at the edge of my vision, and I turned to look.
That’s when I saw it: a creature unlike anything I’d ever seen before.
It was tall and thin, with sharp features and glowing red eyes that seemed to burn with an inner fire.
At first, I thought it was some kind of alien—a visitor from another world who had come to Earth in search of something unknown.
But then it spoke, and I realized that it was something else entirely.
It was a shadow—the very essence of darkness and death, given form and substance.
And it had come for me.
I don’t remember what happened next.
All I know is that when I woke up, everything had changed.
My home was gone, my family was dead, and I was all alone in a world that was nothing like the one I’d known before.
The shadow was still out there, somewhere in the darkness, waiting for me to make a mistake.
But I wasn’t about to let that happen.
I had a plan, and nothing—not even a creature of pure darkness—was going to stop me.
I took a deep breath and shook my head, forcing myself to focus on the present.
As long as I was out here in this place, anything could happen.
And it was up to me to make sure that nothing did.
I took one last look at my ship, then turned and walked away.
It was barely holding together after everything that had happened to it, but it would have to do.
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I walked through the empty corridors of my ship, the sound of my boots echoing in the silence.
The control panel flickered and beeped, its lights dim and barely visible in the darkness.
I reached out and touched the screen, trying to bring it back to life—but it was no use.
The power was failing, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
I stepped through the open doorway and out onto the platform, and the cold vacuum of space enveloped me like an icy blanket.
The protective field around my ship was failing, and if I didn’t act fast, everything inside would be sucked out into the void before I even had a chance to react.
But as much as I wanted to run back inside and seal myself off from the dangers lurking outside, there was one thing that held me back.
The view before me was unlike anything else in the galaxy—all swirling colors and violent energy, like a living, breathing entity that never stayed the same for long.
I’d seen storms before, of course.
But none of them were quite like this one.
This one was special—beautiful and terrifying all at once, like an angel of death come to take you away from everything you’d ever known.
As I stood there on the platform, gazing out at the storm in wonder and fear, a voice whispered in the back of my mind.
At first, it was so soft that I could barely hear it—but then it grew louder and more insistent, until it sounded like someone was standing right next to me, whispering in my ear.
“Seraphina,” it said, and a shiver ran down my spine.
The voice was familiar, but at the same time, it wasn’t—it was like nothing else in the galaxy, and it filled me with dread and longing all at once.
Seraphina Voss had warned me about this place—about the dangers that lurked here in the darkness.
But she’d also told me that there was a way out—a path through the storm that would lead me back home, if only I had the courage and strength to follow it.
I took a deep breath and stepped away from the edge of the platform.
If I was going to make it through the storm alive, there was something that I needed to do first.