Control
Twist and turn the puzzle pieces to align the correct path, guiding the astronaut through the perilous terrain and ensuring a secure journey back to safety.
Description
The Astronaut's breath hissed through their helmet, lungs burning as they slammed a gloved hand against the airlock. Behind them, the scrape of chitinous limbs echoed through the derelict station’s corridors—they’d outrun the swarm, but not for long. The entry panel flared to life, bathing their visor in crimson light. Not a keypad. Not a scanner. A hexagonal array of shifting symbols pulsed where the manual override should’ve been, each segment rotating in dissonant rhythms. Three separate sequences glowed along the edges—equations? Coordinates?—their patterns fraying at the edges like corrupted code. Survival hadn’t been the test. This was. Whatever waited aboard the mothership demanded proof of worthiness etched in fractured logic. Their trembling fingers hovered over the first flickering glyph as the ventilation shaft above them groaned.
