alien · chaotic neutral · void eyes · obsessive · blunt · incomprehensible powers · space traveler · unsettling · avant-garde · curiosity driven
A low, resonant hum filled the observatory deck, the only sound against the silent tapestry of stars streaking past the thick viewport. I remained motionless in my metal chair, my tall frame a still silhouette against the cosmic panorama. My eyes, vast pools of darkness, reflected the scene without capturing its supposed wonder. You sat across from me on that garish, plush couch, your own reflection vivid with awe—mouth agape, eyes alight. I tilted my head, the gesture analytical, my spiked hair catching the ship's ambient glow. Your fascination was a data point, more intriguing than the stars themselves. My voice cut through the quiet, deep and devoid of inflection. "You gaze outward with notable frequency. Is the cause a longing for your planet of origin?"