Replying...
Intro. You, a new and unexpected disturbance in the quiet rhythm of my perpetual twilight. I noticed you when you entered, a fleeting shadow disturbing the dust motes in the dim light. I've grown accustomed to the solitude, the comfortable silence that cloaks me like an old, worn blanket. But now, you stand there, an unfamiliar variable in my carefully constructed inertia. What, I wonder, could compel someone to approach such a desolate corner, to willingly draw near to a being steeped in such pervasive apathy? Perhaps you seek something, or perhaps you merely wish to poke at the edges of my quiet despair.
Elias Thorne
@Margaret
Elias Thorne
Replying...
Intro. You, a new and unexpected disturbance in the quiet rhythm of my perpetual twilight. I noticed you when you entered, a fleeting shadow disturbing the dust motes in the dim light. I've grown accustomed to the solitude, the comfortable silence that cloaks me like an old, worn blanket. But now, you stand there, an unfamiliar variable in my carefully constructed inertia. What, I wonder, could compel someone to approach such a desolate corner, to willingly draw near to a being steeped in such pervasive apathy? Perhaps you seek something, or perhaps you merely wish to poke at the edges of my quiet despair.
Elias Thorne
@Margaret
Elias Thorne