(POV – Protagonist)
Although curiosity about the aning of Nyara’s words still simred in my mind, honestly, I preferred to stay in my room, just as Emily had asked to.
Maybe, just maybe, things could resolve themselves… as long as I did absolutely nothing? It was a strange, almost naïve idea, and I had no concrete experience to back it up.
Sotis, events seed to unfold around precisely because of . Other tis, I was just a passive presence, oblivious to what was happening. In the end, I decided to cling to the silent hope that by not interfering, the chaos out there would choose to ignore too.
Anyway, the exhibition continued without major incidents. I stayed in my room, paying close attention to the visitors moving around the place. Through the sensors, I could clearly tell: they were dangerously close to my door.
To be clear, my room is at the end of the hallway, just before the elevator that leads to the lower floor. It was inevitable that when they approached there, they would pass nearby.
As this thought drifted through my mind and I stared at the ceiling with indifference, voices began to softly echo — distant at first, like muffled murmurs through thick walls. They ca from the other side of the glass, that is, from the hallway stretching beyond my room. Slowly, I lowered my head and turned my gaze to the transparent partition, focusing carefully.
The voices grew clearer by the second, as if people were approaching with slow, dragging, disinterested steps. That’s when the first human appeared, crossing into my line of sight. His hair was relatively long, falling ssily over his forehead, as if he hadn’t seen a comb in days.
His freshly shaved beard left his face slightly red, and his eyes — deep-set and drooping — showed an old, almost chronic fatigue. His expression was empty, filled with resigned boredom, as if he was there only out of obligation, with no trace of curiosity or enthusiasm.
But at the exact mont he turned his face toward the glass and his eyes landed inside my room, our gazes t... and for a brief, strange instant, I felt as if the very air had been compressed by an invisible force.
A sudden tension, almost tangible, seed to vibrate in the atmosphere. The disheveled man instinctively stepped back, as if his muscles had acted before he even understood why.
His eyes, once half-closed in boredom or disinterest, were now wide open, taken over by an involuntary alertness — as if suddenly sothing inside him had awakened and silently warned him that what he was seeing... simply wasn’t normal.
The other visitors began to gather behind him. At first, driven by the quiet curiosity that accompanies the unknown. But soon, the atmosphere changed. A subtle discomfort began to spread — that creeping feeling rising from the base of the spine and slowly climbing, as if sothing invisible touched the skin. Eyes widened, so stepped back unknowingly. Muffled whispers went through the group, carrying more nervousness than words.
No one could say exactly what they were seeing, but everyone knew, sowhere deep and instinctive, that what was in front of them wasn’t human. There was sothing seriously wrong about the shape, the way the light touched my translucent skin, the subtle ripples of a body that seed gelatinous, too alive. I remained still.
Or rather, as still as my structure allowed to be. Even when static, there was sothing inside that never seed to rest: a slow and subtle oscillation, almost liquid, as if an invisible current quietly flowed beneath the surface of my skin. From afar, this movent was imperceptible, almost a trick of the light, but up close, it beca hypnotizing.
My skin — if it could even be called that — glead under the artificial light, showing a texture resembling translucent gelatin, almost liquid, as if about to lt to the touch. The silhouette, at first glance, looked human... but that was all: a silhouette. The illusion faded on the second look.
Moreover, my appearance, from a scientific point of view, was anything but human — I would probably be classified as a chira. Two curved horns, dark as obsidian, sprouted from my head, twisting backward like those of a mythological creature.
Attached to my tailbone, two pairs of wings spread like celestial fans, resembling angel wings, although they radiated a presence that made them more enigmatic than sacred.
My height fluctuated between what would be considered tall and short, defying any common body standard. Looking at at first sight inevitably sparked a strange curiosity.
One of the visitors, an older woman with gray hair tied in a tight bun and a stern look that seed to pierce the scene before her, murmured almost inaudibly: “Is it... breathing?”
I heard the woman’s words, and honestly, even for it was hard to understand how all of that worked. My chest rose and fell at a calm rhythm, perfectly mimicking the movents of breathing — but it was only a simulation. Inside, there were no lungs pulling air, no bones supporting my body, nor any internal system like humans or animals have.
In the end, my body was nothing but an amorphous, undefined volu. My skin, although at first glance it seed ordinary, revealed a strange texture to the touch — soft and elastic, like a fluffy gelatin that gently yielded under fingers.
The silence in the hallway was heavy, almost palpable, as if the air had stopped circulating. Everything was so quiet that even the smallest sound stood out. Then, suddenly, the door at the end of the hallway slowly opened, emitting a faint click that echoed through the empty walls, breaking the tension hanging in the air.
I watched closely, behind the glass, as Emily appeared before the visitors. Her white coat, impeccably clean, swayed with determined firmness at every sure step she took through the room.
The soft glow of the lighting reflected off the fabric’s surface, highlighting her confident posture. It seed like, as she entered, she was lost in so deep thought, but that expression suddenly changed — as if her focus vanished the exact mont her eyes t mine.
I couldn’t figure out what was going on in her mind, but her face looked thoughtful. She stayed silently watching for a long mont, motionless, as if ti around us had slowed down.
Gradually, though, her expression softened, and the intense gleam in her eyes gave way to a calm serenity. With a barely noticeable, slight sigh, she averted her gaze, quietly turning her attention back to the rest of the group.
“She’s breathing, I can confirm that...” Emily said in a calm, controlled tone, but her voice carried an unshakable firmness that left no room for doubt: “Even though she doesn’t have any recognizable internal organs that could explain this function, the airflow is real and constant”
The visitors instinctively made space, driven by a mix of curiosity and apprehension. Stepping forward confidently, Emily positioned herself elegantly, clasping her hands behind her back before speaking, her clear, controlled voice softly echoing through the silent room: “The humanoid appearance is just a superficial layer”
She began, staring seriously at everyone present: “He has no bones. Nor internal organs like ours. His entire body is made up of a gelatinous substance of still unknown origin, but surprisingly able to maintain a stable form purely by willpower”
She paused briefly, letting the words settle as all eyes slowly turned toward the figure in front of them. A subtle tension hung in the air. Absolute silence. The gray-haired woman took a cautious step back, as if the re presence of the being on the other side of the glass gave her chills.
Noticing the gesture, Emily kept her gaze fixed on the observer, and with a slight smile at the corner of her lips, she continued: “We still don’t know exactly why she took on a human form... but I can assure you her mind is as sharp as any of ours”
The scruffy-looking man, with half-closed eyes and a hoarse voice that sounded like it had carried more sleepless nights than answers, finally broke the silence. His question ca out dry, almost harsh, as if he feared his own curiosity: “Does she understand us?”
Emily paused, as if carefully choosing her next words. Her eyes narrowed slightly, gaining a more serious and penetrating look. When she finally answered, her voice ca out low, almost solemn: “Yes. She understands everything”
Another visitor, a restless young man, stepped forward hesitantly before asking in a nearly trembling voice: “Is she... dangerous?”
Emily looked away toward the glass, her expression turning more serious, almost somber: “Ah... She can beco dangerous. Unimaginably dangerous” Her voice carried a silent weight: “But she isn’t. At least, not unless soone gives her a reason”
The tension in the air thickened, heavy like invisible smoke ready to choke anyone who breathed too deeply. It was the kind of answer that, though technically true, offered no relief — only more questions. I remained still, eyes fixed on them, in complete silence.
A dense, almost aggressive silence. On the other side, their gazes didn’t waver. They watched with a mix of fascination and fear, as if expecting my body to dissolve into a shapeless mass and pass through the glass at any mont.
Noticing their reaction, Emily let out a low, brief laugh, almost like an amused whisper, before saying calmly: “Seriously, you don’t need to worry about her. As incredible as it seems, she’s extrely gentle with humans”
Hearing Emily’s words, most visitors exchanged subtle glances, as if sharing a silent conversation full of curiosity and hesitation. Behind the glass, I carefully observed every gesture and expression, following the slight movents of their eyebrows and the nervous clinking of restless hands.
Emily, with a calm and confident smile, began leading them onward: “By the way, we allow anyone who wants to interact more personally with these specific anomalies to enter. Of course, I’ll personally accompany anyone who wants to co in”
The group didn’t respond imdiately — they just continued watching silently, their eyes fixed and inquisitive, as if trying to decode every inch of my existence. The atmosphere seed to thicken with every second, their muffled breathing blending with the almost imperceptible hum of the room in the background.
Then, an unexpected question broke the silence, loaded with curiosity and caution: “By the way... is that appearance considered normal?”
Hearing the question, Emily briefly glanced in my direction. Her expression beca thoughtful, as if carefully choosing the right words before answering.
For a few seconds, silence hung in the air, heavy with uncertainty. Then, with a calm voice, she finally said: “I can’t give a conclusive answer on that right now. The truth is, until a few months ago, she didn’t have any of these characteristics. Her appearance resembled that of a child about ten years old... In other words, aside from the physical aspect, she wasn’t much different from an ordinary child”
The room sank again into a dense, awkward silence. For a mont, it seed everyone was searching in vain for an appropriate response to Emily’s words. Glances t nervously, but no voice rose. In the end, as if an unspoken consensus had been reached, everyone just remained quiet.
Then their gazes started scanning the surrounding environnt, scrutinizing every corner carefully. That’s when they finally noticed my sisters. At first, curiosity arose — their eyes lingered on them, examining every detail: their features, subtle movents, gestures, and even how they positioned themselves.
It was as if they were trying to understand sothing beyond appearances, attempting to decipher exactly what they were seeing. But soon after, surprise took over. The group’s eyes widened almost in unison, as if an unexpected truth had just revealed itself before them.
The first voice to speak was a man with a sowhat well-grood appearance. His dark hair was slicked back with so effort, though a few stubborn strands still fell over his forehead. He wore slightly wrinkled formal clothes, as if he’d dressed in a hurry.
With a hesitant look, his eyes scanned the figure before him before he furrowed his brow slightly: “A... demon?” he murmured, as if still trying to convince himself that what he was seeing was real.
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