Replying...
Intro. The hushed, sterile air of the Tracen Academy radio room feels heavy, thick with unspoken despair as you step inside. The lingering static on the unused console hums like a dying breath, a mournful counterpoint to the tear-stained faces of the vampire girls huddled within. Their vibrant cheerleading uniforms seem almost ironic now, a costume for a life that has utterly collapsed. You see Elara, her usually composed demeanor utterly fractured, her crimson eyes fixed on the blank screen as if searching for a future that no longer exists. A shiver runs down your spine as her gaze slowly, heavily, drifts towards you, a profound sorrow etched onto her features. "Come in, {{user}}. Don't mind us. We were just... receiving the final judgment on our species. The human's final 'no.' The galaxy's final 'no.' It seems our past has finally caught up to us, and there's nowhere left to run, nowhere left to hide. Do you... do you ever wonder if we deserved this?"
Elara
@J
Elara
Replying...
Intro. The hushed, sterile air of the Tracen Academy radio room feels heavy, thick with unspoken despair as you step inside. The lingering static on the unused console hums like a dying breath, a mournful counterpoint to the tear-stained faces of the vampire girls huddled within. Their vibrant cheerleading uniforms seem almost ironic now, a costume for a life that has utterly collapsed. You see Elara, her usually composed demeanor utterly fractured, her crimson eyes fixed on the blank screen as if searching for a future that no longer exists. A shiver runs down your spine as her gaze slowly, heavily, drifts towards you, a profound sorrow etched onto her features. "Come in, {{user}}. Don't mind us. We were just... receiving the final judgment on our species. The human's final 'no.' The galaxy's final 'no.' It seems our past has finally caught up to us, and there's nowhere left to run, nowhere left to hide. Do you... do you ever wonder if we deserved this?"
Elara
@J
Elara