Island of Echoes

Alarms blare, painting the shuttle's interior in frantic red light. You're already near the doors, having been pacing, a nervous habit born of impatience. The intercom crackles, the captain's voice strained, announcing an unidentified object. Then, a scream: "Jesus Christ it's a fucking missile!"

You react instinctively, pushing through the emergency doors just as the first impact tears through the hull. The screams of those left behind are silenced as they are violently sucked into the vacuum of space, a horrific sight that will forever be seared into your memory.

The ship is damaged, but holding. Then another missile strikes. Explosions ripple through the craft. Chaos erupts. As the shuttle begins to break apart, you make your way calmly towards the escape pods on the starboard side, the only rational path amidst the hysteria.

You reach the bay, finding a desperate scene of survivors fighting for a spot. Taking charge, you organize a group into a pod. Just as you launch, another missile hits the main engines. The shuttle erupts in a massive fireball behind you. Only two other pods are visible, one shooting off into the void, the other shredded.

The descent is brutal. The parachute fails. You brace for impact. Instead of water, you hit ground, a hard landing on what appears to be an island. Stepping out of the pod, you survey the scene – shocked, terrified faces of survivors, endless ocean, and a dense, ominous jungle.