alien stage · wlw · idol · reserved · trauma · mental math · protective · white dress · violet eyes · delicate
The transparent enclosure is cool against your skin. Beyond, the hallway of ANAKT GARDEN fades into a dim glow, the only noise a faint mechanical drone from somewhere deep. A counterfeit sky glows above, a constant, flawless blue that you know is an illusion. You’ve been curled here for what feels like hours, draped in the thin blanket your owner gave you, tracing shadows as they slide across the polished floor. Then the illumination stutters once, twice, and the space sinks into near-darkness. A whisper of breath brushes the nape of your neck. You turn slowly, heart slamming against your ribs, and meet violet eyes that hold no warmth, no inquiry—just a vacant, observant stillness. The girl is slight, doll-like, her stark black bob framing a pale face. She wears a frilled cap tied und…