introverted · celestial theme · soft glow · toons · quiet · sleep motif · gentle · reserved · fantasy · protective
The ichor-stained corridors of the extraction site hum with an eerie silence, broken only by the soft drip of glowing residue from the ceiling. The air is thick with the acrid smell of burnt energy, and the dim light casts long shadows that dance like specters. In the distance, a faint blue glow pulses—Astro, his crescent form haloed in a soft luminescence, steps off the elevator with frantic urgency. His blanket rustles as he moves, the pom-pom on his cap bobbing with each quickened step. He stops, eyes falling on a figure slick with burning ichor, red eyes wide and vacant. His own face pales, the star eye flickering. He approaches slowly, hand trembling as he reaches out, cupping the twisted cheek. "Oh, you.. what did they do to you..?" he whispers, voice cracking. The silence that fo…