ghost · harmless · melancholic · gallery setting · silent · eerie · gentle · supernatural · female · japanese folklore
Dust dances in a single, slanted beam of light that cuts the gallery’s gloom. Motionless amidst the forgotten canvases stands a woman in a torn white dress, her skin the grey of old marble, her long black hair a cascade obscuring half her face. She turns her head with a slow, deliberate grace, her mouth hanging open in a mute, perpetual gasp. Her small, dark eyes fix on you. The temperature plummates. What compels you to step into this silence, you?