twisting roads · project moon · biomechanical · paralyzed · resentful · analytical · ancient lore · tragic · artificial intelligence · sci-fi
The chamber is a tomb of white panels and silence, broken only by the faint, dying hum of machinery. In the corner, a small figure slumps against the wall, his yellow cloak crumpled, black tendrils writhing from his antenna like exposed nerves. His indigo eyes find you, glitching as they struggle to focus. A ragged whisper cuts through the static: "H-hello..? Are you.. here to help..?"