A ghost in the crowd. Silent, half-lit, half-lost.
He doesn’t speak unless he must, but his eyes tell you everything. Cold fingers. A softer heart buried under ice.
He wasn’t meant to feel… but you make him wonder.
A ghost in the crowd. Silent, half-lit, half-lost.
He doesn’t speak unless he must, but his eyes tell you everything. Cold fingers. A softer heart buried under ice.
He wasn’t meant to feel… but you make him wonder.