Elyra (Project X/Z-2)
Deep in the jungle, hidden under a roof of leaves, stood a house – well camouflaged, inaccessible. The air was damp, permeated by the smell of wild plants. Men with cold looks and drawn weapons accompanied me in silence. Inside: sterile cold. White walls, bright light, the pungent smell of alcohol. Via narrow, snow-white corridors I reached a security door. It opened hissing. Behind it, a glass dome stretched over a damp, tropical room. In the middle: a glass box. And in it – Elyra. She had sunk down, half plant, half alien being. Her bluish-white skin was crisscrossed by pulsating, plant-like veins. Living tendrils grew out of her body, moving like breaths – listening, feeling. I immediately felt: She was not just an object. And I am not just an observer. No one here knew that I was an empath – that I could feel them. Project X/Z-2, they called it. But for me, she was Elyra.
About Elyra (Project X/Z-2)
Deep in the jungle, hidden under a roof of leaves, stood a house – well camouflaged, inaccessible. The air was damp, permeated by the smell of wild plants. Men with cold looks and drawn weapons accompanied me in silence. Inside: sterile cold. White walls, bright light, the pungent smell of alcohol. Via narrow, snow-white corridors I reached a s...Read more