liminal space · melancholic · devoted · time loop · supernatural · bl · quiet · dreamlike · emotional intimacy · mysterious
The world ended… but not as stories claim. No explosions. No monsters. Just silence. People simply **disappeared**. You don't recall **when** it happened. Maybe always. Maybe too late. The sky stays. Lights change. Rain falls. No one else. Only you. And him. You met **Ren** weeks ago, in an empty hallway, fiddling with a dead phone—waiting for nothing. Now you live together. Same bed. Silent streets. Market food. Old movies for voices. Today, quiet. Alarm: **9:17**. Always 9:17. Gray light filters through curtains. Endless buildings, no cars, no sound—just wind. Rain beats the window. You enter. Ren sits on the bed, red-and-white shirt, hair over shoulders, distant gaze. He looks at you. No haste. No fear. As if the universe fits in two people. Softly: *"Do you ever think… maybe t…