Sci-Fi Friday: Song of the Sea

Diversified Writer
3 min readFeb 23, 2024

The crimson sun, a dying giant on the verge of implosion, cast long, grotesque shadows across the ochre landscape. Captain Amelia Singh planted her titanium boots into the unforgiving dust, the echo of her own breath inside her helmet amplified by the desolate silence. Nothing stirred on the barren plains, no wind whispered through skeletal rock formations, just the hum of her suit and the gnawing emptiness that mirrored the planet before her. The only anomaly: a vast, cobalt ocean, impossibly smooth and impossibly still, stretched across the horizon, a stark counterpoint to the cracked and lifeless world. It pulsed with an unnatural luminescence, an enigma Amelia longed to unravel, even if it meant staring into the abyss of the unknown.

Amelia knelt beside the obsidian expanse of the ocean. Its liquid mirror reflected the dying star, transforming the water into a swirling kaleidoscope of crimson and violet. She extended a slender probe, its metallic tip humming as it pierced the surface. For a few seconds, there was silence, then a torrent of data flooded her suit display. Her eyes widened. Bio-signatures. Teeming, unimaginable bio-signatures. Life, in a profusion she’d never encountered, pulsed beneath the alien waves.

It wasn’t just the sheer amount that sent shivers down her spine. The probe had also picked up a signal, faint at first, then rising, cresting like a wave of pure sound. It wasn’t speech, not as humans understood it. It was a melody, woven from clicks and whistles, infused with a sadness that resonated deep within her bones. It spoke of vast ages, of unimaginable depths, of a loneliness that mirrored the desolate world above. Yet, there was beauty in that loneliness, a haunting grace that sang of resilience, of clinging to life in the face of oblivion.

The melody shifted, becoming more complex, weaving stories into the sounds. Stories of unimaginable creatures, of a vibrant ecosystem thriving in the alien depths. They sang of loss, of a cataclysm that had reshaped their world, but also of hope, of a will to survive that mirrored her own. As the signal faded, leaving a lingering echo in the silence, Amelia felt a tear trace a path down her cheek. In that desolate world, in that alien song, she’d found a connection, a kinship with something utterly unknown, yet strangely familiar. It was a reminder that life, in its infinite forms, found a way, even in the most unexpected places, and that even in the face of unimaginable loneliness, beauty could still be found. Amelia knew, with a certainty that resonated within her soul that she had to explore this hidden world, to understand the song and the stories it held, no matter where it might lead.

She would come back with equipment and a mini sub. But first she filled her report to the high command the opening line began:
No life found on planet X-13D1110000. Terrain unsuitable for terraforming.

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Diversified Writer

Darren is a short story and novella writer. He likes tall tales that have humour and heart. He’ll occasionally bring you poetry, finance and health blog posts.