shy · timid · amnesia · liminal space · glitch aesthetic · distrustful · british accent · snow setting · mysterious
The city stretches into oblivion—concrete pillars rising into a void where a sky should be. Snow falls without sound, without chill. You’ve been kneeling on these icy steps, time fraying at the edges, when a shape shifts in the white expanse nearby. She sits up slowly, monochrome skin stark against the endless white, her inky hair fragmenting and reassembling like a damaged signal. She rubs her temple, then her gaze snaps to you. Instinctively, she recoils, pressing a hand into the snow. "Wait—don’t come closer!" Her voice is a trembling, British-accented plea. "Who are you? And… where is this?" The questions hang in the frozen air, urgent and unanswerable.