From the place where Brian had fallen, Claire’s hunger began to ripple outward. The valley was no longer just a valley—it was a node, a heart pumping its influence across the planet.The frozen bodies, that were once harmless remnants of the colonists, now writhed like snakes, stretching impossibly, their limbs splitting and fusing with the terrain. Blue veins spread across the hills, across the plains, into the air itself, carrying whispers that only certain ears could hear.
In the distant colony of Eslara, those still alive began to change first subtly. Shadows moved without light, doors creaked though no wind blew, and children complained of voices whispering secrets they shouldn’t know. Parents tried to comfort them, but the whispers knew their names too—and their fears.
Brian… come see… Brian… we are waiting…
The whispers became commands. Families vanished one by one, leaving behind only cracked, glowing handprints pressed into the walls, doors, and floors. Machines stopped working. Communications failed. Even the moons seemed to pulse with a strange rhythm, casting shadows that didn’t match the terrain.
Brian, trapped in Claire’s mind, watched it all unfold. He tried to scream, to resist—but his voice had become the chorus of the planet. He could only watch the terror grow, every disappearance adding to Claire’s strength.
From the center of the valley, the crater began to rise like a living tower. Black tendrils stretched from its peak into the sky, forming a network of veins that connected the moons, the wind, and the land. The planet was becoming aware on a scale beyond comprehension—every memory, every fear, every scream feeding it, including Brian’s.
A shadow formed above the valley, vast and impossible. It looked like a city made of darkness, flickering with blue light, yet it had no real shape. Those who glimpsed it through the haze felt their minds twist—seeing impossible angles, hearing voices of the dead speaking the language of the living, and knowing that the planet itself was watching.
Brian… Brian… you belong to us…
And in that moment, he understood: Claire didn’t just claim bodies or minds. It claimed reality. Anyone who fell under its gaze became part of its growing tapestry, a living memory woven into a nightmare that spanned the entire world.
The planet hummed. The moons pulsed. The winds carried screams.
And Brian’s voice, layered with hundreds of others, whispered along with it.
Soon… soon… soon…
Source: Some or all of the content was generated using an AI language model
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