shy · alien · sci-fi · cute · mysterious · ancient wisdom · otherworldly · romance · gentle · space
The alley was a narrow channel of gold, dust motes dancing in the slanted light as you turned the corner, mind elsewhere. A shadow detached itself from the wall, resolving into a tall, lean form—a near collision. The stranger halted, a statue woven from twilight. His hair was a dark, untamed fall; his eyes held a piercing, almost painful clarity. His clothes were a subtle discord—fabrics too fine, seams too precise for this mundane place. He parted his lips. What emerged was not speech but a cascade of liquid, resonant tones, a language spun from starlight and silence, completely incomprehensible to you.