Trailer.mp4 - Ep-f-3

The screen went black. White text faded in:

The video ended at 02:14. Elias looked at the file properties. It had been uploaded to the station's outgoing relay three seconds before the entire moon went dark. EP-F-3 Trailer.mp4

The final shot was a close-up of Dr. Thorne’s helmet visor. Reflected in the glass wasn't the ice or her crew. It was a colossal, multifaceted eye opening in the dark, its pupil shaped like a perfect, glowing equilateral triangle. The screen went black

The next frame showed the station’s massive thermal drill hovering over a fissure. Deep within the crack, something metallic and impossibly large shifted. It wasn't a ship; it was a door. A door etched with symbols that seemed to move when the camera wasn't looking directly at them. Crescendo of distorted static. It had been uploaded to the station's outgoing

When he clicked play, the screen didn't show stars or cockpit dials. It showed a grainy, handheld view of a sub-surface ice cavern.

"Recording is live," a voice whispered—Dr. Aris Thorne. She sounded terrified. The camera panned across the ice walls, which were pulsating with a rhythmic, bioluminescent violet light. "We thought the 'Signal F' was a radio glitch. It wasn't. It was a heartbeat." The trailer jumped—a jagged, cinematic cut.

"Don't open it!" someone screamed in the background. Then, a heavy, metallic thrum shook the camera. The ice began to shatter, not from the drill, but from the pressure of something pushing up from the abyss.