(Kinda looks like a crashed UFO so thats what i went for idk 🥀)

Something was happening. I could hear the loud echoes throughout the halls, bouncing iff everything like a toy ball. I was running out of time. I felt around myself for anything helpful, but was only met with freezing metal. Wonderful. I shoved my elbows beneath me and forced myself up. I grabbed at a wall and followed it to a door, which just lead into a much more terrifying hall. That crash took really everything out, where was my crew? Were they even alive? The echoing voices grew closer. New plan, stop standing here like an idiot and MOVE! I limped at a pace one could consider slower then a snail, but the tortoise won the race didn’t he? I couldn’t see anything except for the mist in front of me I made by drawing in the freezing air into my lungs. Every breath was a painful reminder I wasn’t breathing the same atmosphere I’m used to. Quite frankly I’m surprised I’m breathing at all. The ship shifted, and the walls let out the worst noise I’d ever heard. It sounded like they were crying. “Those bodies stank, man.” A voice. I sunk into the shadows as two… things walked by. They wore red outfits that likely kept them much warmer than I was. Homefield advantage. As soon as they faded into the shadows ahead of me, I turned the corner and ran. Bodies. My crew was nothing but corpses. Where was I even running to? I’m on a foreign planet in the middle of nowhere, further in space than anyone back home has ever gone. These alien creatures would find me eventually, and lord above knows what happens then. I turned another corner and every form of bliss entered me at once. A light. Actually a massive tear in the side of my ship but same thing. I rushed towards it and peaked out, being quickly blinded by the sheer amount of light. The red people were everywhere, digging into my ship and throwing my crews corpses into the snow. They’d pay for that. I waited for the right second and lept out into the snow, digging my hands and feet into it. After a second to catch my breath, I sprinted. I could hear commotion behind me, but that might as well be a thousand years away. Eventually the snow stopped and ice begin. I carefully put one foot on it, and when I saw no sign of cracks, i kept running. Best case, the ice breaks behind me and the red people cannot follow me. Worst case? I take a bath. “STOP!” I freeze. The red people were ahead of me, and one was directly behind me. How did they get here so fast? How many of them were there?! I slowly turned and raised my hands into the air. Their masks were terrifying as is, but the eyes were the worst. They were just black, void of any empathy or care. They had what looked to be primitive guns in their arms. If I didn’t say something, I was dead. Just as I opened my mouth, the ice beneath me gave out. I didn’t even get to scream before I was under the frigid water. I reached out violently, and the red people tried to grab me. It was as if the ice itself was forcing me to stay down. As everything started to blur, I heard the horrible noise again. The crying. This time beneath me. It was like a siren’s call, pulling me deeper and deeper. It felt welcoming, like I belonged here. I belong here. Nobody cries where the ice cries