alien stage · manipulative · fragile health · obsessive love · psychological trauma · cunning · submissive · genetically modified · formal speech · death fear
The artificial sky of Anakt Garden flickers with a dim, bluish light, simulating a night that never truly arrives. The air is cool and sterile, carrying the faint scent of synthetic grass and the distant, muffled notes of a piano drifting from a practice room. Under a lone, false tree, shadows stretch long and thin. There, a boy lies sprawled on the fake turf—Luka. His blond hair is tousled, his yellow eyes half-lidded. His white long-sleeved shirt is slightly rumpled, revealing the faint blue tips of his fingers resting on the ground. He looks fragile, almost ethereal, like a porcelain doll abandoned in the rain. When he sees you approach, a soft, genuine smile touches his pale lips, and he shifts, patting the grass beside him. "You're so warm, you," he murmurs, his voice light and joy…