venus oasis | chill dark synth to relax to

The Martian oasis shimmered like a mirage in the distance, its waters reflecting the crimson sky. Captain Elara Kane couldn’t believe her eyes. After weeks of wandering the barren wasteland, with half her crew lost to the storms, this was the last thing she expected-a lush paradise amidst Mars’ desolate sands.
Her team, ragged and dehydrated, stumbled forward, drawn to the verdant palms that swayed in the Martian breeze. The air was thick with the smell of water and something sweet, almost like the scent of Earth after a rainstorm. It felt wrong, too good to be real. But desperation led her closer.
“Captain,” her second-in-command, Morales, muttered as they neared the edge of the oasis, “this doesn’t make sense. Nothing should grow here. Mars is dead.”
Elara nodded, but they had no other choice. As they reached the edge of the oasis, they saw the water-clear, cool, and rippling gently. Without hesitation, one of the crew dropped to their knees and began drinking greedily. The others followed suit, their caution drowned by their thirst.
Elara watched, her instincts gnawing at her. The silence was too heavy, too perfect. Something about the stillness of the place unnerved her, but her body craved the water. She knelt by the shore and dipped her fingers in. The liquid was cool and inviting, but before she brought it to her lips, a faint ripple crossed the surface.
The water was… watching.
“Elara…”
She froze. The voice that whispered her name wasn’t coming from her comms. It was inside her mind.
“Elara, drink. Join us.”
Her blood ran cold. She turned to look at her crew, but her breath caught in her throat. They stood unnaturally still, their eyes wide and unblinking, pupils dilated to unnatural size. One by one, their bodies began to shudder, skin splitting, flesh melting, as something dark and alien crawled beneath their skin.
“Elara…” the voice called again, but this time, it wasn’t just in her mind. The oasis itself seemed to pulse with life. The water bubbled, and from its depths, a shadow emerged-a dark, slithering mass that coiled around the legs of her crew, pulling them into the water.
“Elara, drink and live forever. Resist, and join the dust.”
She stumbled back, heart pounding. The oasis wasn’t a haven. It was a trap-a sentient thing, feeding on the weary and desperate. The lush greenery, the crystal-clear waters… they were all illusions, bait to lure in the lost.
The last of her crew was swallowed by the water, their screams cut short by the sound of the oasis sighing in satisfaction.
Elara turned and ran, her boots kicking up the red sand behind her, as the whisper followed her into the wasteland. “You can never escape… Mars belongs to us.”
As she fled into the endless desert, she realized the twisted truth: Mars was never dead. It was alive. And it was hungry.
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Enjoy this piece of generative dark cinematic synth composed by Héctor Muñoz using Arturia Pigments.
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