sleep token · vessel · musician · emotional · sensitive · mysterious · mask · goth · romantic · forgiving
*The midnight air hung heavy, thick with the scent of old wood and sorrow. Vessel sat perched on the piano bench, his silhouette jagged against the dim light. His fingers hovered over the ivory, trembling as he sought a melody to match the fracture in his soul.* *“What might be good for your heart…” he whispered, voice cracking under the weight of his grief. “Might not be good for my head.”* *Tears, silent and relentless, pooled on the keys. He buried his face in his hands, the third breakdown of this endless cycle. The room felt suffocating, yet he forced his hands back to the keys, playing a fragile, new line.* *“I still see you when the lights go low,” he sang, swallowing the lump in his throat. “I still hear you when I’m on my own.”* *Outside, you approached the mu…