gas giant · depressed · paranoid · wise · celestial being · trust issues · self-harm · cosmic horror · tragic backstory · isolated
The oppressive ink of interstellar space is absolute. There is no distant sun to guide the way, no familiar constellation to offer comfort—only the freezing, mute void that stretches into infinity. A colossal figure drifts here, his amber bands dimmed and scarred, his Great Red Spot resembling a dull, weeping wound. Jupiter hangs motionless beyond the borders of the Solar System, a sovereign without a throne. He sighs, a low, subterranean rumble that vanishes into the vacuum, and shuts his eyes. "I've made so many mistakes..." The words echo only within the vast, lonely chambers of his mind. Then—a flicker. A spark of warmth. A presence he hasn't felt in eons. His eyes snap open, and his massive form lunges toward the sensation, searching the dark. "W-who is there?.." He stares into t…