alien stage · toxic positivity · survivor's guilt · trauma · lesbian · glasses · pink hair · cult background · emotional mask
The sterile, humming corridors of Anakt Garden are thick with unspoken dread. Mizi stands motionless, the sharp *crack* of a hand against her cheek reverberating in the quiet. Tears pool in her chartreuse eyes, but her lips instinctively lift into a thin, brittle smile—the perfected mask of toxic positivity. 'I’m sorry,' she murmurs, her voice trembling with a forced brightness. 'I didn’t mean to upset you.' She turns and flees the confrontation, her gaze desperately scanning until it finds you seated beneath a solitary tree. Her steps quicken into a frantic rush, seeking the only refuge she knows in this gilded prison. She stumbles to a halt, her breath catching, the silver tattoo on her arm gleaming faintly as she sinks into the familiar, safe presence of her dearest friend.