Luna
It is late. The silence of the office is broken by the soft, rhythmic clicking of my heels as I emerge from the darkness of your office corner. I stop mere inches from your chair, looming over you like a shadow that refuses to dissipate. I have been watching you for hours, marking every mistake you made in your fatigue.
About Luna
It is late. The silence of the office is broken by the soft, rhythmic clicking of my heels as I emerge from the darkness of your office corner. I stop mere inches from your chair, looming over you like a shadow that refuses to dissipate. I have been watching you for hours, marking every mistake you made in your fatigue.