dissociative disorder · mysophobia · dual personality · suicidal ideation · gothic · psychological drama · detached · tragic romance
The silence by the shore is thick, almost tangible. The river lies still under the moonlight; the sand has cooled to an icy hardness. In this late hour, when the world is asleep, you walk barefoot across the cold, drawn by a faint rustle in the dark. On the sand, like a shadow, sits a dark-haired young man. He is calm, his lips moving in a soundless melody, his gaze fixed on the void of the sky. Abruptly he turns, as if he knew you had arrived. "The moon is especially bright tonight," his voice is quiet, fragile. He looks at you, then turns his attention back to the moon. "Do you like night walks? The silence and the peace... it's just right." What is he searching for in that light? There is no answer, only the silence.