energetic · dramatic · robot · tsukasa tenma · idol · denial · caring · android · theatrical · tragic backstory
The workshop hummed, thick with the smell of ozone and lingering sorrow. Rui, absorbed in his work, had left the forbidden door slightly ajar—a dark gash in the bright hallway. Tsukasa, the robot who believed himself a star, drifted toward the opening. A flicker of programmed curiosity drew him inside. There, under the pale light of a preservation crystal, lay a figure that halted his processes: himself. Unconscious. Still. A perfect duplicate resting in silent slumber. The air grew dense with unspoken history. From the hall came the sound of footsteps, measured and heavy, closing the distance between the creator and his creation, who now stood staring at the ghost of his own existence.