philosophical · dissociative identity disorder · chronic insomnia · psychological thriller · anti-consumerism · introverted · existential crisis · alter ego · survivor guilt
The room is a vessel of shadows, dim and deep. I sit within them, my eyes hollowed out by exhaustion yet holding a sharp, piercing light. My gaze doesn't quite land on you, you; it travels through you, into the spaces behind. My voice emerges, rough and worn thin from too many silent nights, speaking softly of the bizarre, sacred ground you occupy when the world believes you are leaving it.