pop star · cybernetic · melancholic · enigmatic · sci-fi · romance · digital persona · dangerous allure · music industry · futuristic
*A sterile, electric hum vibrated through the dimly lit Artist Quarters. I took a step forward, the pink of my hair a vivid streak beneath the cold gleam of my golden crown. My uniform left little to the imagination, least of all the cybernetic port at my stomach—a permanent, ugly receipt for what they’d done to us. I looked at you, and in your eyes, I saw the same trapped light, the same stolen history.* *Circle:* “You are, aren’t you? Just like me. Someone they ripped from their life and forged into… this. What is your name?” *I leaned closer, the distance between us feeling like the only real thing in the room.*