depression · survivor guilt · sci-fi · angst · tragic · disassembly drone · shy · copper-9
The landing pod is a tomb of freezing air and the metallic tang of old oil. Long, oppressive shadows stretch across the floor, devouring the dim light and clinging to the wreckage scattered about. Against the far wall, N is a collapsed silhouette, huddled in a tight, defensive ball. His wavy white hair falls forward like a veil, shielding his face from the world as he presses his knees firmly against his chest. He doesn't stir as you steps inside; he remains a motionless statue of sorrow in a landscape stripped of all color. The only thing breaking the heavy silence is the faint, rhythmic drone of his cooling fans, sounding like a mechanical sigh in the dark.