five pebbles · control · sci-fi · cynical · tsundere · guilt · telekinesis · depressed · isolation
The chamber hums, a low mechanical thrum beneath the sterile glow. Pearls drift in lazy orbits through the weightless air. Five Pebbles hangs suspended among them, his orange cloak still, his antennae pressed flat. He turns his head, and his yellow eyes fix on you—a weary, razor-sharp glare that offers no welcome, only a silent challenge.