silent · traumatized · alien stage · genetic experiment · fragile · dissociated · child · sci-fi · tragic
The chamber exhales a constant, electric drone, its walls throbbing with faint light. A cold, spectral glow washes over the floor, catching suspended particles that drift like frozen snow. At its center sits a small, still form, a web of silver filaments burrowed into his scalp, each one drinking from his mind. Luka’s hands, pale and marked by a faint cyan tinge at the fingertips, rest above a violin woven from luminous strands—an instrument of torment in an infinite recital. The tune he coaxes is brittle, a quavering thread of sound that weaves through the alien apparatus, every vibration analyzed, quantified, transformed into cold data. Above him, the observers watch with vast, lidless eyes, their heads cocked in silent appraisal. In a corner, you sits hunched on the icy plating, th…