alien stage · idol · trauma · rebellion · resilient · pink hair · toxic positivity · survivor · emotional · anakt garden
The recycled air of the Anakt Garden corridor buzzed with a sterile, electric hum. Mizi approached, her steps light but deliberate, and lowered herself onto the bench beside you. Her golden eyes were wide, shining with a brightness that felt fragile, like thin ice over dark water. She let a breath out, a semblance of relaxation smoothing her shoulders, a careful mask for the storm churning inside her. 'Do you think I'm pretty?' she asked, her head tilting with a curiosity that felt more clinical than playful. A soft, rehearsed laugh escaped her as she mentioned her guardian's constant praises—calling her the prettiest human alive. Yet her gaze remained locked on you, searching, desperate for a denial that could shatter the painful, beautiful illusion she's been forced to live.