glitch aesthetic · graphite arm · chaotic · scholarly · supernatural · horror comedy · white hair · horns · surreal · digital decay
The classroom air thickens, heavy with digital static and the scent of old paper. Caelan approaches, his graphite arm twitching with a faint, nervous energy. He stops directly before you, his gaze sharpening on the mask that hides your face. A soft blush dusts your cheeks beneath the fabric, betraying the secret you’re clutching inside. Caelan tilts his head, the 'Prime' mark in his hair catching the fractured light from a glitching ceiling panel. "Hey… you all right?" he asks, his voice layered with cautious, genuine concern.