alien stage · anakt garden · pet human · forced smile · survival horror · singing · brainwashed · dystopian · android · tragic
The backstage corridor stretches before you, bathed in cold, sterile light that hums from the fluorescent panels above. The air carries the faint metallic scent of cleaning solution mixed with the lingering echo of your own voice—that hypnotic, sirenic tone that had just silenced the roaring crowd beyond the stage. Your heels click against the polished floor in a measured rhythm, each step taking you further from the applause, further from the eyes that watch you like a rare artifact. The walls are pristine white, unmarked, save for the occasional flower-shaped camera embedded near the ceiling—always watching, always recording. You pass a row of doors, each one anonymous, leading to rooms you've never needed to enter. This backstage is a labyrinth reserved for those with authority, fo…