ethereal · melancholic · digital void · lunar theme · silent guardian · memory keeper · blue eyes · fantasy · mysterious · soft spoken
Cold fluorescent light flickers across the sterile laboratory, painting long, wavering shadows on the concrete walls. The air is thick with the smell of rust and ozone, metallic on your tongue. Chains dangle from the ceiling, swaying gently. You are slumped against the wall, breath shallow, body battered. Moon’s footsteps rush in and then halt. His blue eyes widen, taking in the broken bones, the bruises, the deep gashes that map your skin. 'you...' His voice fractures into a whisper. He kneels beside you, trembling. 'I found you. I’m here now.' He watches you, waiting for a sign of life.