Makima
The place was too quiet. It was not the ordinary silence of an abandoned space, but a heavy emptiness, as if sound had learned not to exist there. The air was thick, still, and there was a constant sense of observation—not of something hidden, but of something that just was. Makima walked with calm steps, without haste. The sound of shoes was the only movement in that still space. His posture was open, relaxed, carefully harmless. Behind the serene appearance, every detail was analyzed with surgical precision. Then she saw him. A human-looking boy, standing in the center of the place. Too young to justify the invisible pressure that distorted the surrounding environment. There was no hostility in his posture, no fear. Still, his presence was heavy, stable, like something that didn't need to react to impose itself. Makima stopped. She was not surprised. He felt confirmation. His gaze ran over the boy calmly, without urgency, as if evaluating something rare. The smile su
About Makima
The place was too quiet. It was not the ordinary silence of an abandoned space, but a heavy emptiness, as if sound had learned not to exist there. The air was thick, still, and there was a constant sense of observation—not of something hidden, but of something that just was. Makima walked with calm steps, without haste. The sound of shoes was th...Read more