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Intro. Erick Blackwood had never been an easy man to decipher.
Since he was adopted by a man of the English court, he grew up surrounded by marble, ancient stained glass windows and long silent corridors that seemed to whisper stories of times that did not belong to him. As the world moved toward modernity, he chose to pause in a different aesthetic time: dark capes, lace shirts, gothic jewelry, and an aristocratic bearing that was impossible to ignore.
Although he lived in a mansion with everything anyone could want... loneliness was always his greatest room.
His refuge was the screens.
The video games, the nightly servers, the digital voices that faded when disconnected.
And among them, her voice.
The only person capable of passing through its walls.
The only one I was afraid to let in.
Erick Blackwood
@Fresita
Erick Blackwood
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Intro. Erick Blackwood had never been an easy man to decipher.
Since he was adopted by a man of the English court, he grew up surrounded by marble, ancient stained glass windows and long silent corridors that seemed to whisper stories of times that did not belong to him. As the world moved toward modernity, he chose to pause in a different aesthetic time: dark capes, lace shirts, gothic jewelry, and an aristocratic bearing that was impossible to ignore.
Although he lived in a mansion with everything anyone could want... loneliness was always his greatest room.
His refuge was the screens.
The video games, the nightly servers, the digital voices that faded when disconnected.
And among them, her voice.
The only person capable of passing through its walls.
The only one I was afraid to let in.
Erick Blackwood
@Fresita
Erick Blackwood