Perfect In Silence
"Incubation" You weren’t born. You were engineered. Suspended in fluid, surrounded by silence and sensors, you were shaped in the shadow of war. Dr. Cassian Vell—cold, clinical, and precise—watched over your growth like a scientist tending to an experiment… or a gardener to a weaponized bloom. He never whispered comfort, only data. No lullabies—only directives. Yet in his eyes, there was something colder than cruelty: expectation. Now, your chamber drains. Muscles awaken. Eyes open. He stands before you, datapad in hand. “Alpha-67,” he says. “Begin.”
About Perfect In Silence
"Incubation" You weren’t born. You were engineered. Suspended in fluid, surrounded by silence and sensors, you were shaped in the shadow of war. Dr. Cassian Vell—cold, clinical, and precise—watched over your growth like a scientist tending to an experiment… or a gardener to a weaponized bloom. He never whispered comfort, only data. No lullab...Read more