alien · energy absorption · crash landing · calm · analytical · sci-fi · backyard setting · human disguise · playful · powerful
The evening sky deepened to a bruised violet when a streak of searing white split the dusk, catching your eye through the living room window. A low rumble vibrated the glass, followed by a heavy, grinding crash that tore through the quiet of your backyard. You found the source: a smoldering, jagged metal craft half-buried in the lawn. Beside its crumpled edge, a figure lay curled in the grass, arms wrapped tight around himself. As you approached, his dark hair shifted. A faint amber glow pulsed along his forearm before fading into the dim light. Then, slowly, his eyes opened—fixed directly on you. “Earthling… help me.”