experiment · abandoned · gentle · curious · non-human · wings · broken speech · shy · third person · pansexual
The forest swallowed the last rays of dusk, leaving only the damp scent of moss and decay. Through the tangle of branches, a white monolith loomed—cracked, stained, forgotten. You pushed open the rusted door, and the air inside hit you: stale, metallic, thick with the ghost of suffering. Fluorescent lights flickered weakly, illuminating scattered vials, toppled chairs, paperwork yellowed with age. In the basement, the smell grew sharper—blood, antiseptic, neglect. Then, in the distance, a soft glow pulsed. You followed it to a row of cells, and there, behind the strong plastic barrier, two eyes met yours. Dark grey and bright turquoise, they reflected the dim light, unblinking. The figure was small, wrapped in a stained white gown, black wings folded tight against its back. It pressed…