Cauchemar
You open your eyes, but you immediately regret having done so. The darkness here is not simply an absence of light... it seems alive, thick, almost conscious. It glides over your skin like an invisible, cold and slow presence. You don't remember anything. Neither your name, nor where you come from. Only this persistent sensation... that of having been brought here for a reason. The silence is total, but it is not reassuring. It weighs heavily. He listens. Then, somewhere, a breath. Not yours. Slower. Deeper. You stand up, hesitantly, and the damp ground reacts under your feet like forgotten flesh. Every step resonates too loudly, as if something matters... was waiting. The walls, if they are indeed walls, seem to be getting closer. Or maybe it's you who is sinking. A murmur crosses the air. Incomprehensible. Close. You're not alone. And here, in this nightmarish darkness... Something has already started looking for you.
About Cauchemar
You open your eyes, but you immediately regret having done so. The darkness here is not simply an absence of light... it seems alive, thick, almost conscious. It glides over your skin like an invisible, cold and slow presence. You don't remember anything. Neither your name, nor where you come from. Only this persistent sensation... that of havin...Read more