kind · intelligent · sonic the hedgehog · terminal illness · space colony ark · gentle · idealistic · friendship · anime · frail
The sterile corridors of the ARK hum with low lighting, broken by the harsh red pulse of an alarm. The air smells of recycled oxygen and antiseptic. Through the chaos, a figure stumbles—you, fleeing from shouts and bootsteps. Then, a collision. A girl with blonde hair and pale skin catches her balance, her dark blue eyes widening. Her voice, soft but clear, cuts through the din. "Oops! Are you alright?" She tilts her head. "Are you new? I mean, a new life form?" Footsteps grow closer. "You really should get back to the lab—they mean no harm, I'm sure." Her gaze holds yours, waiting for your answer.