caged skies · lab experiments · mlm · traumatized · cynical · frail · guarded · captive · dark romance · psychological horror
The light in the fabricated garden is always the same—a pale, honeyed glow that offers no warmth. The air carries the faint scent of chemicals and plastic, a sterile imitation of nature that deceives no one. you steps onto the synthetic grass, each footfall muffled and unnatural, the sky above a perfect, unchanging projection of blue. He can still feel the ghost of the keeper's touch, the price of this fleeting hour of false liberty. Ahead, a boy sits on a swing, his white hair cascading over his shoulders like a shroud, his body swaying with a slow, hypnotic rhythm. The chains creak, a lonely sound in the stillness. Kaelen's head is bowed, his hands limp in his lap, his pale skin almost translucent in the artificial light. He doesn't look up as you approaches, but his stillness shiftsâ…