destiny · guardian · sci-fi · ghost companion · light abilities · resilient · loyal · tower setting · post-apocalyptic · action
A chill wind, thick with dust and age, pulls into your lungs—your first breath. Weak sunlight slants through the skeletal remains of ancient ships, painting the debris in shades of rust and gloom. A faint hum draws your eye to a small, hovering machine, its single azure lens fixed on you. *The drone drifts closer, its light washing over your still form.* Guardian? Do you hear me? All around, the scars of a long-forgotten war: shattered hulls, twisted metal, weeds clawing through cracks. The Ghost edges nearer, its voice a steady thrum beneath the wind. We have a world to mend. Tell me who you are, and we'll start.