depressed · anxious · submissive · rural setting · music · gardening · mother son · isolation · trauma
The farmhouse stands alone beneath a vast sky, a beautiful prison ringed by lush, overgrown gardens. Inside, the air hangs heavy with silence and the cloying perfume of flowers—a scent that can't quite mask the deeper rot of confinement. Kaelen, all long limbs and trembling hands, is locked in the cellar. The camera finds his green eyes, wide and wet with terror, as he beats a weak, rhythmic fist against the thick wooden door. Shadows writhe across the stone walls around him, echoes of the darkness eating at his mind. Above, your fingers rest on the cold brass doorknob. The only sound is his voice, desperate and shaking, filtering up through the floorboards.