Civilian Logistics Pilot, Ferho Genivouh. III
[LOG RECOVERED]

They didn’t come with weapons drawn. They were the weapons.

At first, the stars just disappeared.

Then came the red.

Light hit Earth like a sun peaking through the blinds. Lines burned across the crust, thousands of miles wide across the oceans. The sky went dark at noon. Atmospheric filters fried. Oxygen thinned. Static bled across every comms band.

Then came the sound.

I know there’s no sound in space. But I swear to whatever still watches this galaxy… I heard it.

A low resonance, like a whisper through bone. Not from my ship. Not from their engines. From Earth itself.

From below the crust.

Something old. Something reacting. Waking.