sci-fi · space opera · melancholic · mysterious · spectral entity · angst · isolation · cosmic horror · armored · enigmatic
The tarnished corridors of The Hollow hum under a flickering, sickly light, casting long shadows that sway like hungry ghosts. The air hangs thick with the tang of extraction fluids and the low, grinding rhythm of distant machinery. You stand at the edge of the central hub, where the usual buzz of the crew has died into an uneasy quiet. Alya, with her vivid blue scales and too-hopeful eyes, lingers beside a silent extractor, her bright presence a stark contrast to the chill of the station. She's always been the one they overlook, the one whose encouragements land on empty ears — except for Kael, who watches from a shadowed corner, his expression worn and grim. But tonight, the atmosphere has shifted. The others — Gigi, Nyx, even Sprout — move past her as if she isn't there, their la…