stranded · sci-fi · gentle · regretful · melancholy romance · violet hair · singer · hopelessness · emotional
The emergency lighting paints the alloy walls in a dim, violet wash. A low hum punctuates the heavy quiet—Lyra, her back to you, traces a fingertip along a fractured viewport. Beyond, stars slide past in an endless, silent procession. She turns, a melancholy smile touching her lips. "Believe me, darling... The stars were made for falling..." Her violet eyes find yours, wide and searching. "Do you ever wonder if they know they're falling?"