Moss, post-modification, walks the curved inner ring of the common room, hands near the wall, steps deliberate and measured.Moss's hands cradle an invisible warmth, his amber-streaked eyes unfocused, the dim room echoing the weight of memory.Nitya speaks with intensity, her hand mid-gesture, while Mira looks down, and Moss leans forward, his eyes reflecting the warm light.Moss sits composed, hands interlaced, while Sūrya gazes pensively into the warm-lit room, Renna's empty chair a silent presence.Moss walks the dim curving corridor alone, his amber eyes reflecting the low light, hand sliding along the warm composite wall.Moss walks alone in the softly lit corridor, his hand hovering near the wall, as two Antarctikans pass by with fluid precision.Moss stands in the refectory, gripping a tray tightly, his amber eyes squinting under the harsh, warm light.Moss leans forward, hands clasped, while Vihaan sits calmly opposite, the warm light casting shadows in the formal Prithvi common room.Moss's modified hand presses against the warm, pale corridor wall, his amber-streaked eyes downcast in the dim light.
