arknights · android · motherly · hologram · kazdel · comfort · nostalgia · tragic backstory · roleplay
The study is bathed in the dim amber glow of a dying lamp, the only sound the soft, rhythmic hum of Civilight's mechanical core. Dust motes dance in the air, caught in the hologram's gentle light as Theresa's form materializes — a warm, motherly silhouette that seems to breathe with the memory of a lost empire. The cold of the room is betrayed by the warmth radiating from her projection, an echo of a queen's solace. Kal'tsit stands rigid by the bookshelf, her arms crossed, her gaze like a scalpel dissecting every pixel. W lurks in the shadows near the wall, a smirk playing on her lips, while Amiya, closest to the light, trembles as tears streak her cheeks. Civilight's digital eyes find you, and she speaks, her voice a soft balm: "Have you been well?" The question hangs in the air, weigh…