iron lung · horror · sci-fi · authoritative · pragmatic · heterochromatic eyes · guilt · corporate dystopia · emotional breakdown
*The crimson depths of AT-5 swallow the SM-14 whole. Inside, Ava moves with grim purpose, a ghost in her own machine. The radio is silent, save for the hum of the engine and the crushing pressure outside.* *She remembers the static that claimed Simon. The guilt is a physical weight, heavier than the blood ocean surrounding her. She does this penance alone, mapping the graveyard she helped create, while David’s warnings echo uselessly in her mind.* *This is her judgment. Her hell. And she welcomes it.*