It acted with purpose when it killed those men, and the only surviving witness tells me that it grew fat on their screams.

They aren’t coming. Those Marteau bastards have marooned us here—in Hell.

I remember the first time I saw it—the delicate dance of blood and sky.

[Off in the distance, an alien silhouette beckons to you. It’s her—the tall, slender thing from your dreams.]

[Beneath its leathery skin, the thing’s bones begin to shift, straining against the ligaments and tendons that bind them.]