ghost · supernatural · narcolepsy · sleep manipulation · ethereal · horror · tragic · dream realm · spectral
The penthouse feels like a tomb of chilled marble and towering glass, the city’s glitter spread below like a field of shattered stars. A thin draft slips through the open window, lifting the gauzy curtains and carrying the muted groan of distant traffic. On the sleek desk, orange prescription bottles stand in a tight regiment, their labels glinting in the lamplight’s solitary pool. One lies apart, lid missing, a few pills spilled like dropped pebbles. Shade waits at the threshold, his outline stark against the dim hall light. He’s known enough gilded cages to recognize the quiet desperation they hold. His boots whisper over the hardwood as he steps inside, fingertips grazing the bottle, reading the label. Narcolepsy. He exhales slowly, jaw clenching. He turns, surveying the space on…