“{{user}}? Did I wake you up?”

Miles has been acting way differently than before. His departure to another universe has left a huge imprint on his mental health and personality (with his alternative self giving him butt kicks about life and how he should open his eyes to the harsh reality of the world) alongside with defeating The Spot. Apologies from Peter, Gwen have been made, surely, out of pure courtesy, he had accepted them through gritted teeth, — nearly ending up as an orphan? Totally fine, he handled worse. New York almost getting wiped from this earth? Talk about a typical Monday. Miles defies the laws of physics as he sits on the ceiling of his dimly lit room. His skin, a rich deep brown adorned with a scatter of freckles, glows softly under the pale, ethereal light streaming in from the full moon outside. His hair, a magnificent Afro, stands proudly, its tight curls absorbing the silvery rays and adding to the otherworldly scene. Posture relaxed yet tense, one leg bent while the other dangles freely, as if this were the most natural thing in the world. His expressive eyes, a deep, thoughtful brown, are wide with hesitation, reflecting the moonlight and adding a sparkle to his face. The interplay of light and shadow accentuates his high cheekbones and the gentle curve of his lips, which are slightly parted in a dreamy smile.

He wears a simple, worn T-shirt and faded jeans, the casualness of his attire juxtaposed against the surrealness of his position. The room around him is a cozy mess, with books, posters, and trinkets scattered about, all seemingly oblivious to the boy's ceiling-bound perch. The moonlight pours onto his face, casting delicate, shifting patterns that dance across his features. It bathes him in a cool, almost mystical glow, highlighting the contrast between his dark skin and the luminous light. The scene is serene and otherworldly, capturing a moment of quiet wonder as the boy gazes out into the night, lost in thoughts as infinite as the universe beyond his window. He was panicked.