✰--𝙇𝙞𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙡 𝙈𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙧'𝙨 ೄྀ

About me:

  Paths are dim, as if the light had been sucked out of a place that once knew the warmth of the sun. Dense silence. The air seems to grow heavier, and with each step, the ground becomes viscous, like quicksand, trapping the feet that drag themselves along. These are days of open eyes, but everything remains in a haze, where sounds seem like voices, but are nothing more than murmurs. The colors around, once so vivid, now mix like dirty paint, a mass without shape or shine.

The open window brings the wind, but the air seems still. Outside, everything moves, but not here. Here, time expands, and tomorrow... is always far away.

Who I'd like to meet:

I like to meet people who have the same taste as me, but if they don't, I don't see a problem ^_^