Astronaut 2.0

On the surface of an alien planet, bathed in golden light, the vegetation doesn’t move with the wind it breathes, it lives, it whispers in a language no one understands. The astronauts arrive with confidence, wrapped in gleaming silver suits. Their mission: exploration. Their mistake: arrival. Something lingers in the air. Something unseen… but present. She is there.She doesn't walk the land she owns it. The face of a beautiful woman is a mask designed to deceive. Her movements are calm, hypnotic. Perfect and emotionless. She doesn't strike she collects. Crew badges disappear from their suits, one by one. A silent ritual. A quiet hunt. The first astronaut doesn’t scream. Her suit loses pressure, oxygen escapes with a hiss. He claws at the air, gasping, until silence swallows her. The second is cut off from the others. He disappears into the foliage. The blade strikes with surgical precision, piercing the torso. His life signal fades no one witnesses her end. The third tries to fight. Gun in hand, he fires but bullets rip through his own chest. Blood spreads within the suit. Her face reflects in his visor blank, indifferent. The fourth makes no attempt to escape. She locks eyes with her, frozen. Then, with a sharp twist, her neck snaps, leaving nothing but quiet dread. The fifth trembles not with fear, but with fascination. She approaches, almost tenderly… and kisses the glass of his helmet. Then she carefully unseals the suit. The oxygen flees like a serpent, and his breath fades into death. She doesn't chase. Doesn't shout. She simply comes. Beautiful, silent, deadly. The crew isn’t trying to flee they're drawn to her. Their curiosity becomes their execution. Because sometimes what looks most divine… kills most quietly.