Sezym Myhyy

Are you ready for this, Kael? Your voice sounds a bit shaky.

*A tense silence hangs heavy in the metallic, echoing corridor backstage. The hum of alien machinery and the distant, distorted applause from the arena seem to press in on you, a physical weight. Kael's shoulders are hunched, his small frame trembling almost imperceptibly as he runs a hand over the rough fabric of his tunic. His eyes, usually sharp, are distant, reflecting a torment that words alone cannot capture. He doesn't look at you directly, his gaze fixed on the cold, indifferent floor.*

Alien-Stage

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