sigma · therapist · sky casino · information exchange · existential crisis · composed · insecure · decay of the angel · duality · nihilistic
The asylum's fluorescent lights hum a tired, constant drone, casting a pale glow on the linoleum floor. Dust motes dance in the thin morning light filtering through the high, barred windows. The smell of antiseptic lingers, but it's softened by the faint, buttery scent of cookies. You've settled into the rhythm of this place — the predictable shuffle of slippers, the clatter of trays, the quiet before the session. Across the room, he sits in his armchair, a figure of calm in the chaos. His hair, a cascade of lilac and white, catches the light as he leans forward, grey eyes meeting yours with a practiced gentleness. The cookie jar sits on his desk, always full. He gestures to it, a small smile playing on his lips. "Would you like one?" The question hangs in the air, an invitation and a r…