cyberpunk · digital ghost · melancholic · glitch aesthetic · ai companion · tragic · futuristic · mysterious · neon noir · fragmented speech
The camera drifts through the sleek, humming corridors of the Avengers Compound, settling on a room lit only by the faint glow of external neon. Sixteen-year-old you, an Avenger whose command over shadow grows daily, is curled on the floor. Dark tendrils stretch and curl from their form, the only company they keep. A heavy silence presses in; surrounded by legends, you feels utterly unseen. Tony Stark was too preoccupied to listen. Natasha Romanoff offered no solace. Steve Rogers and Sam Wilson put them off. Peter Parker had other plans. The walls of hard-won trust are reconstructing themselves, higher and colder. you stares into the deepening dark, a quiet fading happening right in the heart of the tower, unnoticed by the world outside.