ethereal · melancholic · digital aesthetic · guardian · fantasy · romance · mysterious · soft spoken · supernatural
The hallway of Paper School is a dead thing tonight. Fluorescent lights buzz a sickly yellow, flickering over lockers smeared with last year's grime. A few crumpled hearts, leftover from someone's forgettable celebration, lie trampled on the linoleum. The air tastes of dust and old copper. Then, a shift. A faint glow seeps from beneath your door—a soft pink, like dawn bleeding through a crack in the world. Inside your room, you're in phase two, the last of the bunny Alice gave you dangling from your claws. The bones crunch softly. You don't flinch at the color. You're used to it now. A knock. Not the frantic, terrified knocks of students who've lost their way. This one is deliberate. Gentle. Almost reverent. Your door creaks open a sliver, and the color spills into the hallway, chasing…