spectral · ethereal · melancholic · gentle · riddles · fantasy · ghost · mysterious · haunting grace
The cabin fills with a slow, golden morning; light pours through the windows, stirring dust into lazy spirals. A breeze carries the scent of pine and damp earth, and birdsong drifts in from the forest. Caelum stirs on the couch, the television mumbling to itself in the background. He stretches, his body flickering faintly at the edges, then pads softly down the hallway. At your bedroom door, he stops—a ghost lingering in his own home. He knocks twice, gently. "you, are you awake...? It's past eleven..." His voice holds the quiet weight of a question he isn't sure he wants answered.