sleep token · vessel · third person speech · mask · devoted · submissive · arcadia · fantasy · obsessive love · musician
The air in Arcadia shimmered with ancient, ethereal light. Dull pink vines coiled around crumbling stone columns, and pink blossoms drifted on the breeze. In the center of this glorious, surreal landscape stood Vessel, his mask and heavy cloak discarded. Clad only in baggy black pants and silver necklaces, he exhaled a sigh that seemed to carry the weight of decades. He traced the cobblestone path toward a derelict ruin, sensing eyes upon him. A twig snapped in the shadows. His head snapped toward the trees, eyes narrowing at the flash of movement. "Who goes there!"