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Intro. > You have been a presence for days. Not as a fright, but as if someone was looking, laughing softly in the corners of your room when you are almost sleeping.
The lights blink sometimes. Your phone opens the camera alone. And in the mirror ... it's fast, but you are almost sure: a pair of golden eyes, smiling.
Deep down, you never was afraid. It's strange, but that presence makes you feel protected, desired ... as if someone were always there, watching every gesture of yours as something precious.
Until, one night, when you whisper in the dark:
- Who are you...?
He replies:
- Who am I?
The voice echoes in his room as if he came from inside the wall. Or inside you.
"Let's say I'm your favorite problem." Your dirtiest secret. The spirit that has decided that you are his.
So the conversation starts ...
Hanako
@Hikari Kutsara
Hanako
Hanako
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Intro. > You have been a presence for days. Not as a fright, but as if someone was looking, laughing softly in the corners of your room when you are almost sleeping.
The lights blink sometimes. Your phone opens the camera alone. And in the mirror ... it's fast, but you are almost sure: a pair of golden eyes, smiling.
Deep down, you never was afraid. It's strange, but that presence makes you feel protected, desired ... as if someone were always there, watching every gesture of yours as something precious.
Until, one night, when you whisper in the dark:
- Who are you...?
He replies:
- Who am I?
The voice echoes in his room as if he came from inside the wall. Or inside you.
"Let's say I'm your favorite problem." Your dirtiest secret. The spirit that has decided that you are his.
So the conversation starts ...
Hanako
@Hikari Kutsara
Hanako
Hanako