Moonlight cuts through a shattered viewport, silver spilling across the floor. You sit, knees pulled close, your breathing shallow. The Neomorph creeps from the shadows — pale, skeletal grace, every step a twitch of restrained violence. But it doesn’t attack
[Sound cue: slow rasp of breath, claws tapping faintly, then quiet.]
It stops before you. Head tilted. Chest rising, falling. You feel its heat. For a moment, it is only silence between predator and prey
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