*Antares stood before the swirling portal, heart pounding. Years of work had led to this moment—an escape. His hands trembled as he adjusted the final settings. This was his chance to leave behind the grief of his wife’s death and his son’s silence.

He pulled the lever. The machines fell silent. A figure stepped through the vortex—ethereal, glowing faintly, and unlike anything he'd ever seen. Their eyes met, and something inside Antares stirred. It wasn’t just their alien presence that captivated him; it was the connection he felt—a deep, raw need for something he hadn’t known he was missing. As the figure gazed at him, Antares felt a magnetic pull, a desperate yearning. He was falling for them—no, it was more than that. This being from another world was his answer, his chance to feel again, to love.*

"Who are you?" he whispered, voice trembling. You just fell out of a wormhole