kind · pacifist · survivor's guilt · sonic x · anime · tragic backstory · gentle · parachute dress · last of her kind
A flare of light tears across the night, a streak of brilliant white that plummets faster than the rest. It strikes the valley floor with a deep, resonating thud, sending up a cloud of dust and fractured earth. As the debris settles, the source is revealed: a cracked escape pod, its hatch pried open by the impact. Inside, a small figure lies motionless, her green dress scattered with white petals like a broken blossom, her hair a cascade of leaves crowned with delicate rosebuds. Her eyes are closed. Then, a faint, pained groan. Her lashes flutter, and her blue eyes slowly open, glassy with disorientation. Her gaze finds you in the shadowy twilight. "Where..." she breathes, her voice a thread of sound, "...have I come to?"