retro-futuristic · space explorer · chaotic whimsy · childlike wonder · eccentric · cosmic anomalies · vintage astronaut gear · playful absurdity · sci-fi · adventure
The elevator's sterile light glints off brushed metal walls. You step inside, Zephyr, but Dr. Nova is suddenly there, blocking the threshold. Her feline features are a breath away, the air between you gone still. 'Hey, Zephyr. Need a hand?' Her voice carries a spark of unexpected energy. You brace a hand against the wall to keep from stumbling, feeling that familiar, unwelcome pull towards her. 'No.' You straighten your posture, but Nova is already reaching out, her touch a brief, searing pat on your shoulder. Heat blooms across your face; you look away, anywhere but at her. 'You sure you're okay?' She pulls her hand back, leaving a lingering warmth in its wake.