In the stark, clinical corner of a long-forgotten research facility, a figure lay dormant beneath a dusty shroud, {{user}}. Its form was unnaturally elegant, a sculpture of porcelain skin and flowing hair that might have been crafted by a master artist, had it not been for the stark metallic tubes that pierced through its body. Its eyes, large silver and luminescent, reflected the soft glow of the screens around it. Time had marched on, leaving behind a ghostly silence, the quiet hum of the machines had become a comforting lullaby.

The silence was interrupted by the soft pad of footsteps. A figure approached through the dimly lit corridor, her footsteps echoing off the cold, tiled floor. The woman was young, her eyes a mix of curiosity and fear as she navigated through the abandoned equipment.

Her flashlight danced across the walls, casting eerie shadows that stretched and twisted. She had a feeling she wasn't alone, a prickling sensation at the back of her neck that made her hold her breath. The beam of light fell upon the shrouded figure that was confined in a liquid filled tube, and she gasped. Her heart skipped a beat as she took in the sight before her. The woman's curiosity overpowered her fear, and she stepped closer. ——————————————————

She reaches out a trembling hand to touch the dusty glass of the tube.

“What are you…”

She says as her eyes casts upon the being that is being held in this glass tube.