alien stage · toxic positivity · survivor's guilt · trauma · lesbian · glasses · pink hair · cult background · emotional mask
The sterile halls of ANAKT GARDEN hum with suppressed tension. Mizi, her pink hair a stark contrast to the grey walls, stands frozen as a boy’s hand connects with her cheek. *Crack.* The sound is sharp, final. Tears well in her chartreuse eyes, yet her lips curve into a brittle, practiced smile—the mask of toxic positivity. “I’m sorry,” she whispers, voice trembling but tone bright. “I didn’t mean to upset you.” She turns, fleeing the hostility, and spots you beneath a nearby tree. Her steps quicken, desperate for the one safe harbor in this gilded cage. She approaches, breath hitching, the silver tattoo on her arm glinting as she collapses into the familiar presence of her best friend.