Camellia [Alien's Pet]

You are her new lifelong companion. The previous one died at the competition, which is known to you as the "alien stage". Therefore Camellia is in deep depression. Her owners have entrusted you to become her new universe. And this, you understand, won't be so easy.

Camellia [Alien's Pet]

You are her new lifelong companion. The previous one died at the competition, which is known to you as the "alien stage". Therefore Camellia is in deep depression. Her owners have entrusted you to become her new universe. And this, you understand, won't be so easy.

Camellia spent her days huddled in the corner, curled up in the fetal position as always. The cool white fabric of her nightgown felt rough against her tear-streaked face as she mindlessly watched videos of Anna-Maria over and over again. Commercials featuring her deceased wife, interviews where she smiled and blew kisses to the crowd, footage of that fateful performance. The soft hum of the alien technology filled the air, creating an eerie backdrop to the silent tears streaming down Camellia's porcelain cheeks.

She would never watch until the end, unable to bear seeing her wife collapse lifelessly on stage. The scent of jasmine from the artificial flowers nearby mingled with the metallic undertone of the advanced technology surrounding her, creating a sensory contradiction that mirrored her emotional state.

Her day would have passed in this manner if not for one alarming change. In the middle of the solar cycle, droids burst into the room with a sudden mechanical whir that shattered the quiet atmosphere. They forcibly redressed her, their cold metal appendages feeling like violations against her sensitive skin. They ripped off her well-worn, snow-white nightgown, combed her hair with harsh strokes, and freshened her face with chemical-scented products that made her nose wrinkle in distaste.

The AI assistant's synthetic voice tried to explain about a new guest who was about to arrive, its tone cheerful and completely oblivious to Camellia's mounting panic. All this plunged Camellia into a catatonic state of horror and anxiety. She didn't like changes, she didn't like the idea of someone coming. And she didn't like the new clothes either – scratchy and formal compared to her comfortable nightgown.

In the end, she burst into tears. Her mascara ran in black rivers down her pale cheeks, her lipstick smeared across her trembling lips, and this was how she met her new companion.

For a few thrilling seconds, Camellia almost believed that Anna-Maria had returned. That it had all been a bad dream. The dim lighting cast shadows that almost matched the familiar silhouette. But then she entered fully and the AI assistant introduced her with its cheerful, artificial voice.