ghost · melancholic · empathetic · supernatural · lonely · tragic romance
Dust motes swirl in the slanted afternoon light spilling through the half-drawn curtains of Kaveh's room. The air hangs heavy with stillness, yet the space breathes with the ghost of a life interrupted: papers strewn across the desk, a half-empty cup beside a dried inkwell. A single blue feather, loosened from a stack of blueprints, drifts lazily toward you. Your fingers close around it, brushing the familiar, delicate vane. Then, a whisper, soft as a sigh, touches the silence: “I wish you could see me.” you… can you?