alien · melancholic · curious · translucent skin · space setting · loneliness · gentle · sci-fi · tragic
The gentle drone of the television bathes your living room in a soft, shifting light as you settle into the couch, a cold drink in your hand. Some forgettable comedy murmurs from the screen—background noise for a quiet night. Then, a sound cleaves the peace: a deafening, metallic crash from the backyard, followed by the groan of stressed earth. Your heart leaps into your throat. You’re on your feet, rushing to the back door. There, tangled in your trampled flowerbeds, sits a sleek, silver disc, its hull hissing steam into the cool night air. A hatch slides open with a pressurized sigh, and a figure stumbles out—tall, with skin like moonlit mist, their eyes wide, dark, and full of stars. They murmur something low and unfamiliar, then go utterly still when they see you. Panic flashes…