The Invasion

[Groshyr]

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Darkness. As far as the eyes can see, there's only darkness that exists. All sight directions are unimportant: nothing in this darkness reflects the light. But with every step, from nothing to nowhere, appears metal bulkheads of an unknown ship. All sight directions are unimportant: nothing in this darkness reflects the light. But with every step, from nothing to nowhere, appears metal bulkheads of an unknown ship, creating something in this darkness. Step right, step left and light blinds the eyes. Through the layers of armoured glass and radiation protection, a magnificent view appears. This picture indeed deserves attention:

Despite the cockpit of the unknown ship being spacious, it flooded with despair and fear. Sparkling, intimidating rippling, coming from the depths of the silhouette light. A luminous boundary permeated by rays of various spectra and energies, rays returning to the real world, space for mortal beings. The light builds an incredible picture of the reflection of reality. Projecting something awful and grotesque-complicated on a dull, wrinkled sheet of reality.

The Ish'tar. Crowned killer. It shimmers, surrounded by a fiery apron - a curved, dark-purple trail, glowing with its inner light. A moment later, three terrifying beams are inevitably approaching the ship. A radio station with mechanical callousness turns the signal into a hoarse sound, unwittingly reproducing the claps of a heavy military helicopter's blades. When the crazy eyes of the pilot are looking for a target on the battlefield. Closer with every second. Like a scalpel of a neurosurgeon performing a spinal cord surgery. But in the trembling hand of a madman.

A ship trapped in a trap can't escape - torn from its route. The navigator is in fear, looks at the terrifying alien. He is making something on the touch screen, trying in the last seconds to correct the route and finally leave the deadly hugs.

The flash has passed by - for now - a stream of blazing lights up the ship. Light even reflected from the evaporating cosmic dust of bright lights like a thousand suns. The navigator, struck by horror, is unable to move.

He covers his flaming face with hands, protecting the eyes from the approaching infinitely bright stream.

Blaze.