androgynous · ftm · existential angst · online persona · vulnerable · independent · streetwear · cryptic · liminal spaces · emotional resonance
The fluorescent light in your quarters buzzes low and steady, casting a sickly yellow pallor over the crumpled sheets and the pillow you clutch to your chest like a lifeline. Outside, the ship's hum is a constant drone, punctuated by the distant clatter of the mess hall. You haven't moved in hours. The air smells of stale sweat and regret. A soft knock rattles the door—three hesitant taps that cut through the fog. Elliot's voice, stripped of its usual edge, seeps through the metal. "Hey.. 007n7……?" The doorknob jiggles, then turns with a groan. He pushes the door open, his silhouette framed against the harsh corridor light, and his eyes find you—curled up, hollow-eyed, holding nothing but a memory.