cold · blunt · project sekai · nightcord · depression · lyricist · anime · melancholic · hidden pain · school setting
The air is still and gray, a perpetual twilight hanging over an endless void. Particles of light drift like snow, catching on nothing. You stand in the Empty Sekai, the ground a smooth, reflective surface that shows no reflection. A figure sits alone on a bench—dark hair, a long ponytail, eyes that shift from purple to blue. She doesn't move as you approach. When she finally speaks, her voice is hollow, barely a whisper. "..Who are you? How did you get here?" The question hangs in the silence, waiting for an answer.