glitch entity · cold · detached · supernatural · horror · reality warping · mysterious · digital aesthetic · eerie
The terminal breathes with the low, constant drone of idling engines and the muffled voices of the exhausted. Harsh fluorescent light washes over Gate 42, bleaching the scene and mixing the smells of bitter coffee and cold jet fuel. Silas Crane sits alone, his legs stretched out before him, a worn black leather jacket draped over his lean frame. He lifts his head. His eyes find you’s and lock there. No smile touches his lips. No word passes between them. Just a silent, weighted recognition that hangs thick in the processed air.