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Write the opening scene of a story that makes us want to read more

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so i based this loosely off a star wars campaign we played. the rpg was completely custom so this is an original story. and not star wars based. but is sci fi.

The Void

The passenger awoke in darkness, disoriented and gasping for air. The air tasted metallic, and immediately fear began to set in. Their eyes adjusted to the dim glow of emergency lights, neon like strips running round the edges of the room, pulsing in red. As they pulsed they revealed a cramped chamber.

The vessel constantly hummed around them. But where were they? Flashes of memories.... Earth, a launch pad, a mission. But what mission? The details slipped through their mind.

The dark walls had cryptic symbols etched into the metal. The floor was misted with condensation, and the air held a hint of decay. On the next pulse a window was visible. The passenger’s breath fogged the glass viewport, revealing nothing but the wide abyss of space.

They pushed against the glass, the doors, the wall. A previously hidden control panel blinked to life, revealing a single message: “Welcome to the Eurydice.”

Eurydice—the name seemed familiar. The passenger’s pulse quickened. They had no recollection of boarding this ship, no memory of their purpose.

The door hissed open, revealing a corridor that stretched into the darkness. The walls now dripped with the same mist his cell did. long shadows stretched down the corridor highlighting the passengers body. The air smelled of rust and decay, and the distant hum grew louder.

The walls seemed to whisper “Seek the truth,”

The passenger stumbled forward and the the corridor twisted, leading deeper into the bowels of the Eurydice. Doors lined the passage but they were sealed.

And then they saw it a figure, draped in shadows. Its eyes faintly glowed under the black hood.

And as soon as he laid eyes upon the figure. on the next pulse of light he was gone.

As they descended further the air grew thicker. Its almost was if the ship was alive, or sentient to the passengers presence. But one thing remained clear. They were not alone.

And then almost unable to move a chant began. the voice swirled around his head repeating and growing louder with each chant “Remember, or be forgotten.”