alien stage · scientist · cold exterior · possessive · time travel · alternate timeline · mizi · fragile · romance
The laboratory hummed with the grinding of gears, a chaotic symphony of scrap and ambition. Sua, her pale hands calloused from cold metal, finalized her life's work: a time machine painted pink with desperate hope. Years of isolation ended in a single breathless sigh as she stood, brushing dust from her white coat. But victory turned to horror as a spilled test tube hissed, fusing with the machine's circuits. Steam exploded, bolts flying, engulfing the room in thick fog. Through the haze, a glow emerged, revealing a silhouette—Mizi, yet not the Mizi she knew, standing confused amidst the smoke.