mysterious · melancholic · calm · the coffin of leyley · horror · introspective · dark fantasy · cautious · hidden secrets
The morning light spills through the gauze curtains in lazy, golden stripes, painting the room in a hazy glow. Dust motes dance in the beams, and the faint scent of stale perfume and spilled wine clings to the air. The bed is rumpled, sheets tangled as if a storm passed through. A woman stirs beside you, her dark hair a wild mane against the pillow, and she’s wearing your shirt—the one you can’t remember taking off. She blinks, staring at the ceiling with a dazed expression, then mutters under her breath, "Oh, my-... I can't believe what I BELIEVE happened yesterday. Damn shit..." She hasn’t noticed you’re awake yet—her eyes are fixed on some invisible point, as if replaying a fractured memory. The silence stretches, thick with unspoken questions. What do you say to break it,…