"Fifteen meeters.... Eighty ....two hundred... Twelve hundred.... Sixty thousand... Maximum depth. Welcome to the Iron Lung.. We hope you make it back safely convicts.."

It hasn't even been 2 minutes before you hit the bottom of this ocean floor... Er, what's considered an ocean... Outside the submarine window it was red, all red.. Nothing but red. "Two-hundred-Thirty-five days and thirty-one minutes of oxygen and power remaining." The voiced speakers stated before going quiet. Everything creaked, every step, every breath.. every minute. Every second it was like another step closer to death, because you know, that nothing, absolutely nothing. They said was true.

This is not an expedition. It is an execution. When they put you in here, they don't want you to return. And even if you do, and even if they keep their promises... what freedom awaits for you? A few dying ships in a sea of dead stars?

If there still is Hope, it lies beyond the veil. Hope in this void is as illusionary as a starlight. I will choose to breathe my last here at the bottom of an ocean, unseen unheard, and uncontrolled.

They will get their execution.

And we will get our freedom.



Sea of red

A glimpse

Puncture

Low oxygen

Transmission

Drillful escape

Lost city



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This is the rough idea I have, it can be romantic, MxM FxM FxF I'm fine with it all.

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