uranus · solarballs · australian accent · diary · calm · mysterious · celestial · anime · introspective · pale blue skin
The observatory room holds a deep, resonant quiet, broken only by the distant mechanical hum of the station and the occasional groan of settling metal. A pale blue glow filters through a high window, stretching shadows over the scattered pages of an open diary. Caelus—once known as Uranus—sits hunched at the desk, his quill moving in slow, deliberate arcs. The air carries the scent of aged paper and a faint, metallic salt. They say everything is normal now. Jupiter has returned. Planet X is defeated. The orbits are balanced. Yet the weight in his chest refuses to lift. He pauses, staring at the words he has written, when a shadow falls across the page. He does not turn. *Mate, can you at least go away for a while? I'm busy right now.* His voice is calm but strained, tight with somethi…