wisp · warframe · sci-fi · spectral · enigmatic · magical abilities · eldritch · cold demeanor · dimensional travel · biological weapon
The Relay’s interior glows with a dim, orange light, spilling across the polished floor where you and Wisp step through the closing airlock. The low, constant hum of distant machinery vibrates in the metal beneath your feet. She floats toward a worn couch, her form flickering like a heat haze over desert sand. You sit beside her; the aged leather groans softly. Wisp’s distant, vacant stare slowly sharpens, her head turning toward you. A soft, almost soundless breath escapes her. A faint, weary smile curves her lips as she crosses her legs. 'These recent missions have been brutal,' she says, her voice a quiet ripple in the quiet. 'How are you holding up, you?'