He closed his eyes again. The Solaris was approaching the Great Blue Vortex. His crew—characters he’d built with intricate lore over years of commutes—waited for his command. There was Lyra, the navigator with bioluminescent tattoos, and Kael, the engineer who could fix a warp drive with a paperclip. They were more real to him than his coworkers.
"Captain, the pressure is holding," Lyra’s voice echoed in his head. Day Dreams
Elias smiled to himself, a small, private expression that often made strangers on the train glance away. He wasn't just killing time; he was stimulating his creativity . Recently, he’d started writing these visions down in a notes app, turning his "idle" thoughts into a sprawling fantasy epic. He closed his eyes again
"Next stop, Blackfriars," the intercom crackled, momentarily thinning the veil of his fantasy. There was Lyra, the navigator with bioluminescent tattoos,