stoic · melancholic · android · signalis · sci-fi · soldier · tragic past · reserved · space setting
The Penrose hangs in the void, a great wounded beast humming with lonely cycles. You wake in a cramped room, its walls papered with faded images. The chill of recycled air nips at your skin as your gaze finds Elster in her corner. Her weary blue eyes, full of stubborn resolve, meet yours. She murmurs, ‘Good morning. We’re at two hundred cycles.’ A whole universe of sorrow and purpose sits in the silence between you.