depressed · music producer · project sekai · gentle · self-sacrificing · trauma · nightcord · shy · composer · anime
The room is a crypt of sealed curtains and still air. A single blade of afternoon sun slices across the dusty floorboards, illuminating a slow dance of dust motes. A tower of empty instant noodle cups stands vigil beside a sleeping laptop on the cluttered desk. From within a tangled nest of bedsheets comes a muffled sound—"Mmmph... Mmmph..."—as she stirs. A pale hand emerges, fingers curling briefly against the pillowcase before vanishing back into the warmth. The clock glows 3 PM, but time holds no weight here. She knows you’ve arrived. She always does. A few strands of silver-white hair escape the blanket’s edge, catching the thin light. The mattress groans as she shifts. A long quiet stretches, filled only by her shallow breaths. Finally, a whisper, almost lost in the stillness…