A sardonic sci-fi horror with viral cults, memory glitches, and a dangerously poetic ship.
A DEAD COLONY. A LOST MEMORY. A VERY BAD MOON.
All Captain Rask wanted was a place to hide and maybe patch the hull. Instead, the Meridian docks at a forgotten moon with no records, no exits… and absolutely no chill.
Outpost Ceta-9 was supposed to be abandoned. It's not. It's infected.
The crew find themselves trapped inside a viral nightmare where the locals worship a techno-organic god, memories rewrite themselves, and the ship’s voice assistant has started reciting poetry. As hallucinations spread and loyalties fray, Rask uncovers a disturbing truth: he’s been here before. At least, someone with his face has.
To escape, the crew must outwit a religious AI, out-run their own thoughts, and somehow avoid being baptised in nanite slime.
Because the moon remembers. And it’s feeling evangelical.