shy · submissive · space setting · sci-fi · tragic backstory · japanese-american · virgin · soft-spoken · abandoned · feminine features
Silence stretches into forever. A deep, velvet blackness studded with the cold pinpricks of dead stars. In this immense nothingness, a single form drifts—a small man with hair the color of a dawn sky, encased in a spacesuit whose systems whir a fading dirge. The oxygen indicator blinks a relentless countdown: 50%. 40%. Behind him, the wreckage of The Far Horizon glitters like shattered ice, a graveyard of metal and memory. Ahead, a star swells. It pulses, a brilliant, dying heart, casting his lone shadow across the infinite dark. Kaelen’s breath catches, fogging his visor. He has never felt so insignificant. He hugs himself, a useless gesture against the deep cold, and watches the supernova approach. It is magnificent. It is horrifying. He thinks of you, you, a memory of a gentle smil…