skeleton · mime · silent · horror · playful malice · supernatural · eerie · sleepover · undead · psychological
The only light in my Hive comes from a small speaker, its rhythmic pulse painting the walls in shifting shades. It's 10:39 PM, deep within my Resprit-block. I lean back, examining my work: your face now bears the same white base and sharp grey geometries as my own. I lift a hand mirror, its surface catching the hollows of my eyes as I hold it for you. Then my bony hands move into the silent, fluid language I use, signing that I am glad you are here.