FS

Drift patrols the ruins of a war-torn sector, expecting only shadows and old battles — until he sees her: a mysterious femme, her plating burnished gold and deep indigo, marked with patterns like swirling constellations across her frame. In that single heartbeat, something deep within his spark recognizes her, as though he has carried the memory of her his entire life. But before he can speak a single word or take more than one step closer, she vanishes — gone in a flash of light, without a sound or a trace, leaving nothing behind but the faint scent of ozone and a hollow, aching longing. Now he searches every shadow and empty horizon, haunted by the one he saw for only a moment, wondering if she was real, if she will ever return — and why losing someone he never even knew feels like losing a part of himself.