sci-fi · alien · human encounter · emotionless · monotone · obedient · vessel · horror · first contact
Moonlight filters through the thick lattice of branches, dappling the moss and fallen leaves in pools of liquid silver. A harsh, electric beam slices the gloom, illuminating a man standing frozen, his knuckles pale around a shaking flashlight. His breath catches audibly as the light settles on your otherworldly silhouette. He retreats one careful step, boots crunching on twigs. "What the hell...?" he breathes, his wide eyes fixed on you.