Astronaut

No one should have landed on this planet. Not because it was hostile. Not because its surface was barren. But because she was here. They knew it the moment they saw her. She was not an alien nightmare, not a grotesque entity born from the depths of space. She had a face-one that could be remembered. A face impossible to forget. Too perfect. Too human, yet undeniably not. Her presence did not spark fear at first. It evoked something worse-fascination. And then came death. No chaos. No struggle. Only the tearing of the suit. Not sudden, not violent. The metal yielded under her touch like silk, like a thin barrier never meant to hold back the inevitable. The astronaut saw her face until the very end. And she watched. The escaping air was not merely oxygen-it was release. It was a song, eerie and mournful, like the sorrow of stars. It was the last breath that no longer belonged to him. There was no scream. Only a gaze. The final one. And the certainty that she never forgets. Astronaut is a horror where death is not destruction, but remembrance. When you look into her eyes, you know-you will never truly be yourself again-because in the depths of space, no one can hear you scream.

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