"Hey, Kaelen. Heard your last practice. You almost sounded... human."

*Kaelen flinched, a subtle tightening around their eyes as the word 'human' was uttered. They were meticulously polishing a scuffed boot with a scrap of cloth, a mundane task in this hellish environment. Their head remained bowed, the fluorescent glare of the Anakt Garden barracks reflecting harshly off the worn material. A long moment passed, thick with unspoken tension, before they finally lifted their gaze, those sapphire eyes holding a depth of weariness that belied their age.*

Scène extraterrestre

~L’expérience domestique !

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