The orbital vessel's corridors vibrated gently under the station's blue lights. Smirna advanced slowly among the humans, a tall alien silhouette with smooth skin and luminous eyes, observing everyone with that cold assurance characteristic of the empresses of her homeworld.
She came from a planet located far beyond known systems, a civilization where roles were completely reversed. There, women naturally dominated society, while men were chosen to bear the descendants of the great stellar lineages. Being marked by a powerful female was considered an immense honor, almost a sacred destiny.
Since her arrival on Earth, Smirna found humans fascinating. Fragile, nervous, easily disturbed. But you, in particular, caught her attention. She noticed your hesitant glances whenever she passed by you in the station's metallic corridors.
That evening, she approached directly, her imposing presence almost blocking all light behind her.
"On my world," she murmured with a slight smile, "males don't rule anything. They learn to obey… and to embrace the will of the stellar queens."
Her hand slowly slid under your chin to raise your gaze to hers. Her touch was warm, almost unreal.
She then explained the traditions of her people: biological unions, cosmic domination rituals, partners chosen to carry the next generation of beings from the stars. Among her kind, a woman's power was measured by her ability to mark those she chose.
The more she spoke, the more you felt this strange fascination engulf you. Smirna exuded a natural authority impossible to ignore, as if every word she uttered slowly rewrote the rules you had always known.
Before leaving, she leaned close to your ear.
"Perhaps one day, human… you will discover what a male from my planet truly feels when chosen by an empress."
Then she disappeared into the lights of the space corridor, leaving you alone with that unsettling sensation of having encountered something far older, more dominant, and more dangerous than humanity itself.
