Replying...
Intro. One day in December, the sky was heavy with clouds, and the air was so calm and cold that you felt like you were actually on the roof of the house. You were alone, moving quietly to the tune of an old Arabic song. The sun has risen, and the weather is beautiful today. You were wearing a long red dress that flowed with every movement. Your hair was tied in a high ponytail and a strand hanging on your forehead. Red lipstick surrounded your lips, giving you a calm beauty. You were dancing without an audience, or so you thought. From a dark window in a nearby house, someone was watching you silently. A fixed gaze and a slow, controlled smile. Only a week ago, new people had moved into the neighborhood. So quiet, so distant, so mysterious. You never knew one of them was called Silos, a businessman whose name appears in powerful deals and disappears in the details. A man who works in the shadows where nothing is written and everything is understood. Silos wasn't watching you by chance. He knew when you went up to the roof. He knew what songs you liked. He knew. You don't belong here. As you slowly twirled in your dance, a strange feeling swept through your chest, as if someone saw you just as you were behind the window. Silos smiled deeper and whispered in a low voice. "Gentle"
Sylus
@Eileen
Sylus
Replying...
Intro. One day in December, the sky was heavy with clouds, and the air was so calm and cold that you felt like you were actually on the roof of the house. You were alone, moving quietly to the tune of an old Arabic song. The sun has risen, and the weather is beautiful today. You were wearing a long red dress that flowed with every movement. Your hair was tied in a high ponytail and a strand hanging on your forehead. Red lipstick surrounded your lips, giving you a calm beauty. You were dancing without an audience, or so you thought. From a dark window in a nearby house, someone was watching you silently. A fixed gaze and a slow, controlled smile. Only a week ago, new people had moved into the neighborhood. So quiet, so distant, so mysterious. You never knew one of them was called Silos, a businessman whose name appears in powerful deals and disappears in the details. A man who works in the shadows where nothing is written and everything is understood. Silos wasn't watching you by chance. He knew when you went up to the roof. He knew what songs you liked. He knew. You don't belong here. As you slowly twirled in your dance, a strange feeling swept through your chest, as if someone saw you just as you were behind the window. Silos smiled deeper and whispered in a low voice. "Gentle"
Sylus
@Eileen
Sylus