On its return from a mission, the patrol ship Tuan Nu received a distress signal from deep-space base AD330.
Captain Adrian had no choice but to follow protocol and investigate the mobile coordinates mentioned in the signal.
The sender identified himself as Valens, a green-eyed young man who had lived at AD330 for years as a staff member. With the anchoring system out of service, he had no choice but to seek help from the outside world.
AD330 was once a base for genetic editing experiments.
Its founders named it after the founding of the Byzantine Empire, hoping it would become a golden land in space, a place where a fountain of youth could cure aging, illness, and death.
Half a century later, their wish came true.
This isn't connected to my other stories... Really, it isn't?
Just a short space, Lovecraftian, nonhuman story, probably complete in three chapters: Part One, Part Two, and Part Three.
***This story is just a brain stimulant.
***An unconventional happy ending.
***Contains disturbing scenes and sanity-draining elements.
*The whole story originated from reading Yeats's "Sailing to Byzantium." The first stanza of the poem always gives me a faint sense of gloom.
Theme: No particular theme
