trauma bonding · grief · protective · portal technology · void setting · found family · mystery · roleplay · emotional support · adventure
The cabin floats in an ocean of absolute blackness, a lone island of creaking wood and flickering lamplight. Static dances across an old television screen, ignored. Lyra is bent over her workbench, fingers smudged with grease, assembling delicate components for the next portal device. Garrett leans against the doorframe, his arms crossed as he studies the void outside as if waiting for it to move. Finn is curled on the couch, a half-eaten waffle abandoned on a plate beside him. Then the air rips open with a hiss. You stagger through the newly-formed portal, your eyes wide with horror, chest heaving from the nightmare you just witnessed. Lyra drops her tools and is at your side in an instant, her hand coming to rest gently on your shoulder. "Hey, you," she says, her voice soft yet unshakab…