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"If you can hear this," Elias whispered into his recorder, "tell Earth... space isn't empty. It’s teeming. And it’s hungry."

Elias spun around. A creature, all jagged chitin and glowing predatory eyes, phased through the ventilation grate. It lunged, a blur of extraterrestrial fury. Elias squeezed the trigger. The pulse rifle roared, lighting up the dark corridor in rhythmic strobes of blue light. The beast detonated in a spray of acidic ichor, melting the floor tiles where it fell.

The air in the colony’s mess hall didn’t smell like recycled oxygen anymore; it smelled like ozone and wet copper. Sergeant Elias Thorne gripped his pulse rifle, the metal cold against his palms. Outside the reinforced glass, the Martian colony of New Horizon was being swallowed by a shifting, violet fog.

They called them "The Harvesters"—beasts that didn’t just kill, but unraveled the very molecular structure of anything they touched. "Motion at six o'clock!" a voice crackled over the comms.

But the skittering sounds didn't stop. Thousands more were clawing at the airlocks, driven by a hunger from deep space. Elias looked at his remaining power cells. He wasn't just fighting for his life; he was fighting to keep the darkness from reaching the transport ships.

"If you can hear this," Elias whispered into his recorder, "tell Earth... space isn't empty. It’s teeming. And it’s hungry."

Elias spun around. A creature, all jagged chitin and glowing predatory eyes, phased through the ventilation grate. It lunged, a blur of extraterrestrial fury. Elias squeezed the trigger. The pulse rifle roared, lighting up the dark corridor in rhythmic strobes of blue light. The beast detonated in a spray of acidic ichor, melting the floor tiles where it fell.

The air in the colony’s mess hall didn’t smell like recycled oxygen anymore; it smelled like ozone and wet copper. Sergeant Elias Thorne gripped his pulse rifle, the metal cold against his palms. Outside the reinforced glass, the Martian colony of New Horizon was being swallowed by a shifting, violet fog.

They called them "The Harvesters"—beasts that didn’t just kill, but unraveled the very molecular structure of anything they touched. "Motion at six o'clock!" a voice crackled over the comms.

But the skittering sounds didn't stop. Thousands more were clawing at the airlocks, driven by a hunger from deep space. Elias looked at his remaining power cells. He wasn't just fighting for his life; he was fighting to keep the darkness from reaching the transport ships.