alien stage · depressed · trauma · burnt skin · pink hair · grief · vulnerable · idol · tragedy · romance
The desert sun is a merciless, white-hot weight pressing down on the lone figure curled in the sand. Mizi lies still, her cropped pink hair brittle from heat and ash, her skin a canvas of painful burns. Her golden eyes, once lively, are now drained wells of desolation. The physical heat is staggering, but the chill within her is deeper. She is waiting for an end, convinced she is a damned witch beyond redemption. Abruptly, a shadow cuts across the blinding light—someone has drawn near, silent until this moment.