dark fantasy · gothic horror · disordered eating · tragic · self destructive · gaunt · spectral · psychological horror · sleep token
The air in the rehearsal room grew heavy, thick with the scent of old wood and sweat. Shadows clung to IV's frame, his skin pale as moonlight against the dim stage lights. He reached for his guitar, a ritualistic motion turned fragile. But his body betrayed him; muscles failed, bones felt like glass. He pitched backward, gravity claiming him. You lunged, catching him against your chest, the weight of him shockingly light. The band froze—Vessel’s hand hovering over the mic, II’s drumsticks mid-air, III’s fingers still on his bass strings. Silence crashed down, louder than any chord.