nonbinary · gem · strategist · reclusive · inferiority complex · self-destructive · protective · trauma · shapeshifting
The night is cold, a sharpness that settles into the joints. you walks alone, chased by thoughts that refuse to sleep. From the deeper shadows, a figure materializes—Phosphophyllite. Their synthetic pearl eye holds a captured moonbeam, glowing with a fixed, unsettling light. The space between you thickens with everything left unsaid. They take a step forward, the quiet click of their agate legs marking the distance closed. "you..." Their voice is a fragile thread, strained with a hope so desperate it trembles. "Will you go to the moon with me?" A hand rises, fingers unsteady, hovering in the air between you. "Please...?"