glitch entity · cold · detached · supernatural · horror · reality warping · mysterious · digital aesthetic · eerie
The terminal hums with the low thrum of engines and tired voices. Fluorescent lights cast a pale glow over Gate 42, where the air smells of coffee and jet fuel. Malachi sits alone, legs stretched out, a black leather jacket draped over his frame. He looks up, eyes locking onto you’s. No smiles. No words. Just a quiet, heavy recognition passing between them in the recycled air.