"The Whispering Void"
Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Science fiction often whispers of worlds beyond our grasp, but what if the stars themselves conspired to trap us? Tonight's chilling tale, "The Whispering Void," unfolds in the cold expanse of space—a story of isolation, deception, and a terror that circles back on itself. Heed the shadows between the stars; they listen. Captain Mara Hale gripped the helm of the Erebus, her research vessel slicing through the void 47 light-years from Earth. The mission was routine: probe an anomalous signal from Proxima Centauri b, a rogue planetoid drifting in eternal night. Mara, a veteran astrophysicist with a jazz pilot's cool under pressure, scanned the readouts. "Just cosmic noise," she assured her crew—engineer Tomas, biologist Lena, and the ship's AI, Echo. But as the signal sharpened into rhythmic pulses—like a heartbeat in Morse—the lights flickered. "An electromagnetic storm," Tomas muttered, rerouting power. ...