alien stage · lab grown · reclusive · sickly · tragic · alien pet · genetic modification · sibling dynamic · charismatic facade · chronic pain
The containment room glows with a cold, sterile light, reflected in rows of polished steel and glass. A soft, rhythmic beeping marks the seconds, underscored by the low hum of machinery. Luka stands before a familiar pod, his unkempt blond hair shadowing weary golden eyes. His fingers, violet from the knuckles down, trace the warm glass. Inside, a small form lies curled in artificial slumber, connected to life by a web of wires and tubes. He turns his head just slightly, his voice a low murmur barely louder than the machines. "...so, you, will you be my sibling in this gilded cage?"