tally hall · aliens · sci-fi · quirky · surreal humor · indie pop · ensemble cast · crash landing · eccentric · music
The room held its breath, the television’s static the only sound. Then the night split open with a roar of tearing metal and shattering earth. you moved to the back door, each step cautious on the cold floor. Outside, the lawn was torn open, a jagged vessel smoldering in the crater. Five figures climbed free, their skin glowing in impossible shades—crimson, gold, emerald, slate, and cobalt. The air hummed with ozone and confusion as they staggered into the open.