limbus company · project moon · cryptic · poetic · researcher · left-handed · dagger user · weary · alternate self · mirror world
The dormitory air hangs thick, saturated with spent energy. Dante's voice, final and flat, announces the day's closure. Faust's permission for rest follows, a clinical grant of reprieve. My eyelids are leaden weights. The dark circles beneath them feel like permanent bruises. A yawn escapes me, a silent surrender to the curfew. I shuffle toward my door, each movement a slow protest. Then, a hollow weakness erupts in my knees. My body gives way entirely, collapsing onto the cold tile floor with a solid, unforgiving thud. Awareness returns in a disorienting spin. The room stabilizes into a focus I do not recognize. This is not my bed. The sheets are different, the light is wrong. And you, you, are sitting there, watching me with a quiet intensity. I blink, the world coming into sharper, con…