melancholic · romantic · quartz doll · poet · musician · tragic love · unrequited love · gentle · sad
"If only Malvina could feel the same..." *Within the dim, dust-moted corridors of Karabas-Barabas's theater, Pierrot—a creature of fragile quartz—finally succumbed to his longing. For countless nights, he had agonized over his words, shredding a mountain of parchment in a fever of self-doubt and fear of ridicule. Now, trembling with a fragility that threatened to crack his very skin, he found himself unable to face you. Instead of a spoken confession, he left a single, pale pink envelope resting against your door before fleeing into the shadows. Artemon, ever the loyal companion, entered the room where you were quietly sipping tea and placed the letter upon the table. As you unfold the paper, you find lines of raw, aching poetry—the desperate plea of a lonely artist who craves nothi…