OLADOKUN_EMMANUEL

In the far future, space is cold, empty, and full of forgotten things.

Elias Thorne is a space scavenger—he travels alone, picking through old wrecks and broken stations. One day, he finds a ship floating near a dead star, where no one should be. Inside, there’s a woman in cryo-sleep. Her name is Maeve Calder, and she’s been missing for 50 years.

She wakes up with no memory of what happened.
The ship’s data is gone.
And something feels... off.

As Elias and Maeve try to figure out what happened, they start to grow close. But strange things start happening—time doesn’t feel right, and they keep hearing things in the ship. Maybe they’re not alone after all.

Now Elias has to choose—leave Maeve behind and save himself, or stay and face whatever’s out there with her. Even if it means they both get lost in the void.

Pulse In The Void

Elias sat alone near the airlock, tools scattered across the metal floor. He wasn't fixing anything—just needed something to do with his hands. Something to ground him.

In the distance, beyond the overgrown corridor and living vines, Maeve moved through the station like she belonged there. Like she'd always belonged.

That scared him more than the dark ship, more than the creature, more than the ghosts of memory she now carried in her eyes.

She hadn't spoken much since the memory flood. Since the station had whispered its truths into her bones.

"Progeny." That word still echoed in his mind.

A part of him wanted to run. Another part couldn't leave her.

Footsteps—barefoot, light—approached. He didn't look up.

"You're afraid of me," Maeve said softly.

He closed the wrench in his hand tighter. "I'm afraid of what I don't understand."

She sat across from him, cross-legged, eyes dimmer than before but no less strange. "I remember things now. Whole lives. Voices that weren't mine. People who… made me."

She nodded. "I was created for something. Something buried under this station. And now that I've started to awaken, it's calling to me."

Elias looked up, finally meeting her gaze. "And if that something doesn't care if I'm human or just… collateral?"

Then Maeve's voice cracked, almost like her old self. "I don't want to lose you."

"You already are," he whispered. "And I don't know if I'm losing you, or if I just never knew you to begin with."

Not violently—but just enough. As if it heard them. As if it felt their words.

Vines along the walls began to curl back. Lights blinked red for the first time since they arrived.

"Something's changing," Elias said, rising.

Maeve was already staring toward the far corridor—the one that had always remained sealed.

And down that darkened hall… a low hum began to rise.

Chapter 14: The Rift Between Us