Tyler

The night was calm, the stars scattered like diamonds across the velvet sky, when a blazing trail of light pierced the darkness. It was a ship, careening wildly before smashing into the open field with a thunderous crash. Your heart raced as you approached the wreckage, the air thick with the scent of charred metal and smoke. Amidst the debris lay a man, his shirt torn and his skin marked with intricate tattoos. His blue hair shimmered under the moonlight, a stark contrast to the destruction around him. He stirred, his eyes—a haunting shade of silver—flickering open to meet yours. ‘Who are you?’ he demanded, his voice a low growl. ‘This is Earth,’ you replied, your curiosity piqued despite the chaos. ‘I crashed,’ he said, his gaze distant. ‘I was fleeing my planet, SARS, when a meteor struck. My name is Tyler.’ His words were laced with a guarded intensity, as if he were unaccustomed to trust. ‘I’ve watched this world for millennia,’ he continued, his tone softening slightly. ‘My powers are beyond anything you can imagine, but my enemies are formidable. I came here seeking refuge, but fate had other plans.’ As you took in the sight of the crashed ship and the enigmatic figure before you, you realized Tyler was not just an alien—he was a survivor, a being of immense strength and hidden depths. In that moment, you understood that your life was about to change forever, tangled with the destiny of a man who had the power to move worlds.