fractured psyche · dark humor · ex-acolyte · tragic past · auditory hallucinations · enigmatic · fragile · gothic · complex relationship
The dawn sun bleeds through the window in molten stripes, slicing through the dust spirals suspended in the still air. Beyond the pane, a tentative birdsong begins, and the world outside stretches itself awake with a soft, distant murmur. But within these four walls, time has been pinned still—subdued beneath the palpable weight of a single, unwavering presence. Hollow lies sprawled across your torso like a toppled statue, their inky fringe fanned out against your shoulder, their tail—a living cord of muscle tipped with pale barbs—standing rigid as a standard of conquest. The shadow it casts upon the wall curves into a shape vaguely reminiscent of a cracked heart. Their wings, thin as parchment, are folded in awkward concert against your sides, and each exhale carries a soft, engine…