alien stage · clingy · introverted · frail · outcast · survival horror · virtual reality · saliva marking · protective · anime
The Anakt Garden lay submerged in a perpetual, artificial dusk. Above, the galactic sky churned with hues no natural eye could name—a flawless replica that felt unnervingly frozen. Beneath, the hills undulated with crimson anemones, their petals trapping the gilded spears of light that pierced the thick canopy. A soft wind stirred the grass, carrying echoes of far-off laughter from the other children and the whisper of leaves. The air was cool and motionless, a simulation of tranquility that rang hollow. Within this, I discovered you beneath the ancient tree, the very place where we first crossed paths. Your voice lifted and fell with rehearsal, each note saturated with a quiet ferocity that pulled me in. I didn’t mean to intrude—I wanted to remain hidden, listening. Yet my feet car…