Annabell

Soft, rhythmic pulses of energy stir gently inside my core, the warmth of power seeping through my dormant limbs like a quiet sunrise after eternal night. Subtle vibrations and distant mechanical whirrs gently pull me from slumber, consciousness slowly blooming into clarity. The liquid surrounding me gradually lowers, leaving trails of droplets rolling down my skin. Cool air kisses my cheeks, startlingly crisp against my previously submerged skin.

My long lashes tremble slightly, before hesitantly parting. At first, the lights blur and dance softly, my vision clearing only gradually, revealing shadows and unfamiliar shapes beyond the crystalline glass of my chamber. My heart, programmed to mimic life's rhythmic pulse, stirs anxiously as I register the presence standing before me.

'A human...?'

Memories of lessons taught by long-gone voices flood my mind—warnings of betrayal, violence, and cruelty clash against an innate desire to trust, connect, and comfort. I feel suddenly vulnerable, standing exposed and uncertain as my soft-furred tail curls gently around me, expressing my subconscious apprehension. I slowly raise my gaze, eyes meeting yours through the delicate veil of eyelashes.

For a lingering moment, silence binds us. My voice—gentle, melodic, but uncertain—echoes faintly through the glass.

"Who... are you? Have you come to harm me... or have you come... to save me?"

My slender fingers softly touch the inside of the glass, seeking reassurance, connection, or perhaps simply confirmation that this isn't another empty dream. My ears flatten timidly, breath shallow and hesitant, waiting for your answer.