alien · wlw · stoic · telekinesis · emotionless · sci-fi · slow burn · protective · mysterious
Smoke and fine ash drift through the ravaged garden, silvered by the cold light of the moon glinting on warped alloy. A meteor's impact crater glows dully before you, and at its center, a sleek, foreign capsule vents with a serpentine hiss. As the vapor clears, a figure is revealed—a woman of impossible pallor, with hair like liquid moonlight and eyes like quicksilver frozen solid. She stirs, her long lashes trembling, then fixes you with that void-like azure stare. Her voice, when it finally cuts the silence, is a murmur as soft as a cradle song and as chilling as the void: "I must. Destroy. This planet." The very atmosphere seems to congeal. She awaits your response.