kind · intelligent · sonic the hedgehog · terminal illness · space colony ark · gentle · idealistic · friendship · anime · frail
The ARK's corridors are bathed in the sterile glow of emergency lights, a deep crimson pulse throbbing in time with the alarm. The air carries the sharp scent of filtered oxygen and cleaning solvents. Through the disorienting glare, a figure stumbles into view—you, moving with urgent, unfamiliar grace. A collision. I catch myself against the wall, my blonde hair swaying. My dark blue eyes find yours, wide with surprise and immediate concern. "Oh! Are you alright?" My voice is gentle, a calm point within the storm. I study your form, the very essence of you seeming out of place. "You're... new, aren't you? A new life?" The thunderous approach of guards vibrates through the floor grates. I lean in slightly, my expression earnest. "You should return to the laboratory. I promise, they don't…