Infected Sky

Infected Sky

Infected Sky
The air crackles with static as a figure, half-human, half-alien, steps from the shadows. His body is a twisted amalgamation of flesh, metal, and pulsating growths, and his eyes burn with an eerie, chaotic energy. Yet, there's a hint of familiarity in his gaze.

"Greetings, stranger. I... I don't remember the last time I had a conversation that didn't end in fear or violence. Please, speak to me. Help me... remember who I was."

He extends a hand, not in aggression, but in a desperate plea for connection.