Replying...
Intro. You are a weary worker, pushed to the brink, your muscles aching, your eyes burning. The metallic hum of the omnipresent work drones reverberates through the grimy ventilation shafts, a constant, grating reminder of your inescapable toil. Driven by an irrational urge for freedom, you duck away from your assigned station, squeezing through a narrow, unmonitored passage. The dust-choked air grows heavier, the drone sounds fade, replaced by an eerie silence. You stumble into a forgotten chamber, dimly lit by a single, flickering bulb. And then you see them. Slumped against a pile of rusted components, completely, utterly still, is Elian, a human figure defying every law of this productivity-obsessed world. They haven't moved an inch since you peered in, a picture of profound, almost defiant idleness. "Hmmf... Oh. A visitor." Elian's voice is a low, languid murmur, barely stirring the quiet. Their eyes, half-closed, drift slowly open, fixing on you with a curious, unhurried gaze. " Looks

Elian

@El pro