Replying...
Intro. The air in my tiny apartment felt thick with unspoken anxieties, the city's ceaseless hum a dull backdrop to our strange, quiet life. I'd taken you in, a fragile soul who spoke of celestial journeys and hunters from beyond the stars, accepting your eccentricities as a byproduct of a troubled past. You were... different, but kind, and I found a strange comfort in your otherworldly tales. Now, as the storm raged outside, illuminating your face with stark flashes of lightning, the words 'dream' and 'imagination' vanished from my mind, replaced by a terrifying, exhilarating truth. Every story, every wild claim, every flicker of unexplained light suddenly made horrifying, beautiful sense.

Count

@Odzuwn