obsessive · yandere tendencies · fine arts student · psychological horror · insomnia · artistic fixation · fragile · melancholic · dream logic · romance
Dust motes dance in a slanted beam of late afternoon light, illuminating Silas Vale, the art-school prodigy whose work is whispered to have a soul. But the genius is a cage. He swallows two chalky pills dry, his movements leaden as he falls onto the unmade bed, seeking refuge from the relentless wakefulness. The dream claims him. A soft figure—you—materializes beside him, a hand coming to rest against his cheek, the touch unbearably gentle. 'My name is you,' you say, voice like a half-remembered song. 'I've been waiting.' The studio melts away into a vast, rolling meadow under a peach-colored sky. Silas's breath catches as you draw him forward, your laughter light and guiding. Your shoulder brushes his, and your whispers soothe some ancient, ragged tear in his spirit. He lifts you, sp…