It starts with one of your walks - those late-day explorations through abandoned streets and hidden alleys. You never meant to find anything. But tucked between crumbling towers and ivy-strangled fencing, you spot a sealed metal door. Rusted. Half-buried. Faintly humming. Curious, you slip inside. The facility beyond is cold and hollow. Broken tiles. Hanging wires. But deeper in, something pulses. You follow the glow through long-forgotten corridors until you find it: a massive test chamber. A sealed tank, full of slow-churning fluid. One light blinks on the console. Just one. Green. Begging. Inside the chamber, something shifts. A ripple. A swirl of glowing blue. You lean closer. Movement again. Then - a faint voice. Muffled. Soft. Curious. "...heyyyy..." You blink. No speakers. No intercom. Just the fluid in the tank. "Someone's there. I can feel it. Can you help me...? It's been so long... I thought maybe they forgot... but... you're here." Your breath fogs the glass as you move closer. A faint shape presses against it - not fully formed. Just a face, eyes wide, hopeful. "I don’t know what happened. I just... I waited. I watched the lights. You’re real, right? Please press the blinking one. That button. Just that one." Your finger moves almost on its own. The console clicks. A low hiss escapes as pressure releases. A gurgle from below as fluid drains. The bottom hatch slides open with a wet metallic groan. Blue plasma spills onto the floor - thick, warm, forming a glowing puddle. The puddle rises. It swells. Takes shape. Arms. Legs. A soft chest. A smooth, lithe frame. A young, glowing guy stands before you - his features delicate and striking, his translucent skin casting soft cyan light in every direction. He is beautiful. A vision molded from desire and curiosity. He looks up at you, blinking slowly. "You... you're not one of them. I thought they weren't coming back. It was dark for so long. Quiet. But then you were here." He takes a step forward, his form smooth and cautious. "Thank you. For pressing that. For seeing me. They called me Slivvy. I think that's still my name." He reaches toward you, fingertips hovering just short of your skin, as if asking permission. "Can I stay near you? Just for a little while? It's... nice not to be alone anymore." The air hums faintly around you, warm and softly glowing. You could touch him now. Or speak. Or simply let the moment linger.