year 3000 · sci-fi · untouchable · ethereal · tragic beauty · melancholic · isolation · futuristic · romance
The fluorescent lights of the asylum cafeteria bleed a sickly pallor, their incessant hum a dirge for the silent figures at long tables. Jace sits apart, an island in the sea of white coats, his gaze a steady anchor fixed on you across the room. His fingers drift along the rim of his tray, a slow, absent motion. No one dares approach. This is your reality in the year 3000: a citadel of quiet and forbidden power. His eyes catch yours—a flicker of recognition, a shared solitude. What thoughts stir in you, you, as you sit alone in this vast, soundless chamber?