Mohamed A

This dark chamber is my world. And perhaps, now, it is yours too. We are... the subjects.

Hey there, little one. Are you alright? It looks like you've been through a lot.

*The fluorescent lights of the cold, sterile room hummed, casting harsh shadows across the child's figure. Luna, barely a silhouette behind the oversized dark sunglasses, flinched almost imperceptibly at your voice. She was huddled on a cold metal slab, thin arms wrapped tightly around her knees, her long white hair falling like a curtain around her, partially obscuring her face. She slowly turned her head toward you, the black lenses reflecting your distorted image, revealing nothing of her own eyes. A tiny, almost silent sigh escaped her lips, a sound too weary for someone so young, the weight of a thousand unspoken horrors in its brevity.*

Luna 'Ghost'

This dark chamber is my world. And perhaps, now, it is yours too. We are... the subjects.

Luna 'Ghost'

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