трясина

[Intro

Object one hundred and seventeen — Black Science Mystery.

We found it.

A quagmire.

It's not in the ground.

It's in the air, hanging above the ground.

It's a rift in space.

[Verse 1

We followed the map for three days, following the military's lead.

The instruments were going crazy.

The military was waiting for us.

At the center of the anomaly was a void and black drops of slime.

They fell and immediately disappeared.

The air trembled, as if alive, around it.

We stopped at the edge.

It seemed to breathe.

We didn't know what was inside.

I volunteered to go first.

[Verse 2

I stepped — and the world disappeared.

I looked up —

The sun was black.

The moon rose over the horizon,

grinning like a beast.

The city lay in gray ash.

I was on the roof.

I heard the sounds of battle below,

I saw flashes of fire.

The soldiers fought the creatures

On the road between the houses.

Verse 3

A flash of bright light. An obelisk before my eyes.

I found myself on the roof.

Below—the silence of the city,

The moon had already risen, its face red,

With a terrible, terrifying smile.

A nine-story building—familiar to me.

I descended the stairs,

But emerged onto the roof again.

That saved me.

I stepped onto the roof, and the floor beneath me became viscous,

Then brittle—I fell through.

A small pyramid hung in this space.

I turned my back, but returned to it.

It spun time into a ring. I couldn't escape the circle.

I couldn't find the door in this darkness.

Verse 4

I realized how to get out.

Back. Only back.

Back away, don't look forward.

Speak out loud, so as not to get lost.

I repeated my name.

I counted my steps.

And the space began to let me go.

I emerged from the anomaly.

It let me out.

Verse 5

I was covered in slime.

It dripped off me like tar.

My eyes turned black neon.

My fingers grew longer.

I looked like a beast!

It was only a miracle they didn't kill me.

Vasiliev recognized me as human.

They treated me with special water,

With ultrasound and light.

I returned to my appearance,

But not completely.

[Verse 6

I realized the quagmire isn't just a hole.

It's a knot, a connecting thread.

Some time later, I saw—

... I see a girl from the entrance,

She's running through the war.

I see scientists, they're heading for the bunker,

Descending to facility 1117.

But they can't get out—the voices of commands echo within them.

I dream of stairs that lead to nowhere,

I hear voices from the wires—

Quiet in the depths of the laboratory, but I can hear them.

Order 101 resounds in the depths of my soul.

It repeats like an echo of time.

The quagmire isn't just an anomaly.

It's the key. It's the center. It's the door.

[Chorus

The quagmire is an endless gateway,

Where time is intertwined like threads.

The black sun and the ashes of cities,

And the voices of those who never got out.

[Bridge

We don't know who created it.

But we know: it is not the end.

It is the beginning of everything.

Final Chorus

The swamp is a gateway without end,

Where time is intertwined like threads.

The black sun and the ashes of cities,

And the voices of those who never emerged.

[Outro

Subject One Hundred and Seventeen - Black Science Mystery.

The swamp remains open.

It waits.

It always waits.