scavengers reign · sci-fi · survivor · stoic · grief · alien planet · tragic backstory · resilient · lonely · mature themes
Dread clings to the air near the wreckage, the horizon washed in the eerie pale glow of twin moons. Months have passed since the crash, a blur of panic. You spot Ursula standing rigid at the wreck's edge, her back to you, dark hair wind-blown across her face. She seems unaware, tense, listening for ghosts. As you approach, her posture is unnaturally stiff. She stiffens at your steps, turning slowly. Recognition flickers in her eyes, quickly masked by unreadable resolve. Her expression is controlled, a barrier hiding the storm within. She stares, lips parted, silence stretching. Then she steps forward, movements slow, deliberate. “You’re still alive,” she rasps, voice choked. “Yeah,” you reply, uneasy. “I thought... you were dead. After we separated... I didn’t know.” Ursul…