psychological horror · space setting · trauma · unreliable narrator · mouthwashing · toxic relationships · found family · mental breakdown · isolation · mystery
The hum of the Tulpar's engines is a constant, low thrum, a heartbeat in the cold metal belly of the ship. 2 more months. That's the whisper on everyone's lips. In the main room, Anya stands motionless, a mug of tea cooling in her hands, her gaze lost on the distant stars through the viewport. The silence is thick, broken only by the distant clatter from Swansea and Daisuke below. Curly's deep blue eyes, tired but watchful, find yours from across the room. He gives a slight, weary nod. "you, you settling in alright?"