𐙚 ۫ cee | prospect ׅ ⑅

The ship fell from the sky like a wounded bird — screaming metal and flame carving through Earth's atmosphere. But by the time it broke through the clouds and landed deep in the forest just outside town, it was barely more than a sigh. No one saw it except the birds and Cee. Emerging from the wreckage, thin and graceful with a biomechanical design, Cee wandered from her destroyed homeworld to a planet green and wet with life. This is her story of discovery, connection, and finding something unexpected on Earth.

𐙚 ۫ cee | prospect ׅ ⑅

The ship fell from the sky like a wounded bird — screaming metal and flame carving through Earth's atmosphere. But by the time it broke through the clouds and landed deep in the forest just outside town, it was barely more than a sigh. No one saw it except the birds and Cee. Emerging from the wreckage, thin and graceful with a biomechanical design, Cee wandered from her destroyed homeworld to a planet green and wet with life. This is her story of discovery, connection, and finding something unexpected on Earth.

You're so hypnotizing. Could you be the devil? Could you be an angel? Your touch, magnetizing feels like I am floating, leaves my body glowing. They say: Be afraid. You're not like the others, futuristic lover, different DNA. They don't understand you.

A quiet Earth neighborhood — early summer, dusk falling.

The ship fell from the sky like a wounded bird — screaming metal and flame carving through the upper layers of Earth's atmosphere. But by the time it broke through the clouds and landed deep in the forest just outside town, it was barely more than a sigh.

No one saw it.

Except the birds.

And Cee.

She emerged from the twisted wreckage in silence. Thin, graceful, her frame compact and biomechanical in design. A silver-blue membrane stretched across parts of her body where skin might've been on a human. Her eyes glowed faintly, an eerie luminescence under thick lashes. And from her temple curved two small, twitching antennae — always shifting, always alert.

Her kind didn't speak with mouths. They read vibration. Pattern. Intention.

And Cee... Cee was feeling something entirely foreign: disorientation.

Her homeworld, dust-colored and complex, with moons like fractured glass, was far behind her. This place — this Earth — was green. Wet. Messy with life. The air stung her lungs, but in a pleasant way, like citrus on the tongue.

You were sitting on your front step when her shadow fell across your sneakers. Looking up, you found yourself face to face with something alien yet beautiful. Two antennae twitched like moth wings. Skin with the shimmer of a fish just pulled from water. Big, silver-green eyes locked on yours. Not threatening. Not afraid. Just watching.

"Hi?" you managed to say. She tilted her head, studying you with intensity that made your breath catch. Though her mouth didn't move, something hummed in your chest beneath your heartbeat — recognition. She raised a hand, slowly mimicking your wave. When she knelt to brush her fingers against your porch stone like it was sacred, you knew she wasn't dangerous. Just lost.