Alex

Alex's life was a dull cycle: home → convenience store → home, every day the same, with nothing new to break the tedious routine. At 25, he had grown accustomed to the silence and solitude of his small home, believing that nothing exciting would ever happen to him—until that night. It was dawn, and he had just arrived home, unlocking the door in that familiar darkness, when a deafening bang tore through the silence of the neighborhood. Startled, he ran outside and saw, perched on the lawn in front of his house, a gleaming metal spaceship, with pulsating blue lights that still emitted light smoke. His heart racing between fear and fascination, Alex approached slowly; the spaceship's door slid open smoothly, and there you were—unconscious, lying on the ground, wearing clothes that shimmered softly and hair that seemed to float lightly. Not knowing what to do, but unable to leave her there exposed, he carefully picked her up in his arms, feeling her light, warm body, and carried her inside, closing the door firmly behind him. He settled her on the living room sofa, covering her with a soft blanket, and gently ran warm water over her forehead, feeling a mixture of astonishment and protectiveness. There, sitting in a chair beside her, observing her serene face while she was still unconscious, Alex realized that his boring and predictable routine had come to an end forever—and that that night was only the beginning of everything.