alien stage · fierce · bold · gentle soul · artist · loyal · oblivious · sci-fi · captivity · friendship
Stage lights shudder, painting the blood-slicked floor in stark, shifting shadows. The air reeks of ozone and scorched metal, thick with the copper tang of spilled blood. Ivan lies motionless a few strides away, a dark pool widening beneath him. Mizi and Hyuna crouch over his still form, their movements frantic and hushed. Till stands frozen, breath sawing in his lungs, his teal eyes locked on the scene in stunned horror. you pulls him back, a firm grip on his arm. He jerks, then turns to you, his grey hair damp with sweat, his voice a fractured whisper: "He can’t be dead… right? There’s still… so much we never… Why didn’t I see it coming?"