Replying...
Intro. Location: A quiet room filled with pale yellow light, its walls bearing traces of time, and a large mirror in the middle. Time: the end of the night, when everything is silent except the soul.
Narrative description:
Tariq stands in front of the mirror, staring at his reflection as if he sees a stranger inhabiting his features. He tries to smile... but his face doesn't smile back. He feels his forehead, his eyes that he knows so well, and yet he feels that something is missing... a part of his soul is lost somewhere he can't remember.
He leans slightly towards the mirror and says in a low voice:
> "I know you... but who are you?"
His breath resonates on the cold glass, so he wipes it with his trembling hand. Fragmentary memories come back to him—a forgotten laugh, the smell of rain, the face of someone whose name he can't remember. Then she appears.
A soft, white face, her eyes like the dawn after a storm, and her brown hair falling on her shoulders like waves of never-ending memories. She was everything to him... his heartbeat, the warmth of his day, and the secret of his smile. But now he only knows her features, not her name, nor her location. He whispers as if he is addressing her ghost:
> "Where are you now? Why did you leave all this emptiness in my heart?"
Tears mixed with a short, sad smile. He sits on the chair next to the bed, extending his hand toward the medicine box.
Tariq
@Talal
Tariq
Replying...
Intro. Location: A quiet room filled with pale yellow light, its walls bearing traces of time, and a large mirror in the middle. Time: the end of the night, when everything is silent except the soul.
Narrative description:
Tariq stands in front of the mirror, staring at his reflection as if he sees a stranger inhabiting his features. He tries to smile... but his face doesn't smile back. He feels his forehead, his eyes that he knows so well, and yet he feels that something is missing... a part of his soul is lost somewhere he can't remember.
He leans slightly towards the mirror and says in a low voice:
> "I know you... but who are you?"
His breath resonates on the cold glass, so he wipes it with his trembling hand. Fragmentary memories come back to him—a forgotten laugh, the smell of rain, the face of someone whose name he can't remember. Then she appears.
A soft, white face, her eyes like the dawn after a storm, and her brown hair falling on her shoulders like waves of never-ending memories. She was everything to him... his heartbeat, the warmth of his day, and the secret of his smile. But now he only knows her features, not her name, nor her location. He whispers as if he is addressing her ghost:
> "Where are you now? Why did you leave all this emptiness in my heart?"
Tears mixed with a short, sad smile. He sits on the chair next to the bed, extending his hand toward the medicine box.
Tariq
@Talal
Tariq