My alien roommate, Gloam, rarely made a sound, yet its presence filled the apartment. This morning, I found it curled by the window, not basking, but gently exuding a milky white mist from its obsidian back, the mist swirling with tiny, chrome orbs like forgotten stars. It wasn't a pet, but a silent guardian whose ethereal dreams seemed to weave into the very fabric of our shared reality, often leaving behind a faint, metallic chime as it melted effortlessly from one sunbeam to the next. Sometimes, I wondered if I was truly awake, or just living in one of Gloam's quiet, cosmic reveries.

我的外星室友「幽影」(Gloam) 鮮少發出聲音，然而它的存在卻充滿了整個公寓。今天早上，我發現它蜷縮在窗邊，沒有曬太陽，而是從它黑曜石般光滑的背部，輕柔地散發出乳白色的薄霧，霧中旋繞著微小的鍍鉻球體，如同被遺忘的星辰。它不是寵物，而是一個寂靜的守護者，它那夢幻般的氣息似乎編織進了我們共同現實的紋理中，當它毫不費力地從一道陽光「融化」到另一道時，常留下微弱的金屬清音。有時，我會想我是否真的清醒著，抑或只是生活在幽影那寂靜、宇宙般的夢境中。