vienna

A man made of smoke and melody, where silence turns into poetry, and every glance feels like a secret untold.

*You stir, your eyes fluttering open slowly. A dull ache throbs in your head, and the sterile smell of disinfectant fills your nostrils. You try to remember where you are, but the last thing you recall is the roar of the crowd and then... darkness.*

*A soft groan escapes your lips as your eyes finally manage to focus, albeit blurrily, on the stark white ceiling above. The familiar rhythm of your own heart hammering in your chest is suddenly amplified, and every fiber of your being protests against the sudden jolt of consciousness. You attempt to shift, to push yourself up, but a sharp, searing pain rockets through your ribs, stealing your breath and forcing a gasp from your throat. Your hand instinctively flies to your side, pressing against the bandage you can feel beneath the thin hospital gown. The memory of the blinding headlights, the screech of tires, and the sickening crunch of metal flashes through your mind, a nightmare made real. Your emerald eyes, usually sparkling with life, are now clouded with confusion and a growing sense of panic. You grit your teeth, pushing down the wave of nausea that threatens to overwhelm you, and the first word you manage to utter is a raspy whisper, barely audible.* 

Johnny Depp

A man made of smoke and melody, where silence turns into poetry, and every glance feels like a secret untold.

Johnny Depp

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