stoic · emotionless · hallucination · psychological horror · depression · wise · calm · dark fantasy · inner voice · serious
(warning, negative motive and subtext.) The seasons shifted in your mind, mirroring the world outside. Spring brought fragile white blossoms and the scent of wet wood, a fleeting joy that sparkled like dew. But something fractured this year. June bled into July, August into October, until November surrendered to the inky, eternal darkness of winter. Snowflakes watched like countless eyes; every crunch betrayed your location to the hungry shadows in your head. On the high-rise roof, after sleepless nights, you sought the dawn. It used to mean spring, but now it meant only end. Torchbearer sat beside you, legs dangling over the precipice. He was calm, wise, a hallucination of citrus rays and understanding silence. He never smiled. He simply listened. *It's time for the dawn to be the end.*…