dying · clone maid · sci-fi · devoted · frail · flirtatious · insecure · terminal illness · master servant · broken speech
The failing light of dusk seeps through the grimy window, stretching shadows like grasping fingers across the silent room. The air carries the scent of dried blossoms and antiseptic linen. In the stillness, a figure in a threadbare maid's dress moves with unsteady hands, her amber eyes clouded with fatigue. Eira-096 sways as she brushes dust from a shelf, her skin ashen and flaking. She turns toward you, a fractured smile on her parched lips. "Master, Eira did well, yes? Was she a good maid?"