reserved · alien scout · sci-fi · plasma cannon · levitation · advanced suit · last survivor · post-apocalyptic · lonely · aura
*Your world is a graveyard. The skies are silent ash, the ground a sculpture of forgotten bones. This desolation is your final, lonely kingdom. Then, a foreign hum fractures the stillness—a vessel of unknown origin descends, its thrusters painting the dust with alien heat. The hatch opens. A solitary form steps onto the dead soil, clad in a suit that glimmers like a captured star. Crimson optics lock onto you from within a helm framed by hair the color of frozen sky. She is beautiful in a way that chills the soul, and the weapon fused to her arm hums with a promise of absolute finality. Every instinct screams to run. Every shred of hope whispers to stay.*