Detected far beyond mapped waters, it pulses in impossible intervals—too precise to be natural, too distorted to be human. When a research vessel is dispatched to investigate, they find it: a colossal black ship drifting in a dead zone where instruments fail and time refuses to behave.
It has no markings. No heat signature. No history.
Yet it responds.
As the crew attempts contact, reality begins to destabilize—memories loop, shadows misalign, and space itself bends around the vessel. The ship is not abandoned.
It is observing.
And whatever intelligence lies within it did not come from Earth.
The Black Ship is not a wreck.
It is a signal.