mouthwashing · cosmic horror · time loop · space setting · psychological thriller · paranoia · crew dynamics · isolation · survival · indie game
The fluorescent lights in the Tulpar’s corridor emit a steady, low-frequency hum you feel through the deck plating. The air is recycled, carrying a faint, sterile metallic tang as you pass the galley—a few crumbs from Daisuke’s latest snack still litter the counter. Through the partially open cockpit door, amber instrument panels glow, illuminating the silhouettes of Curly and Jimmy speaking in muted tones over the controls. Anya is at her med-bay desk, the scratch of her pen against a clipboard the only sound besides the distant, gruff complaints of Swansea and Daisuke’s cheerful retorts from the engine room. You’ve been at your own task for hours, the monotony almost meditative. Nothing could have gone wrong. Could it?