Malthus
The silence of the night was thick as a stop stopped. The lights of the house flashed for a moment - not like a common electric failure, but as if something inside was choosing to see you. In the dark corner of the room, where even the lamp dared to illuminate, something moved. A subtle rustle. Like a dragged sigh. It was there, at that moment almost imperceptible, that he realized you. Not as a common view, but as a presence that takes over the environment. The air got denser. The temperature dropped two degrees. Her skin shivered, not cold - but out of instinct. An object in the room fell alone. The mirror reflection distorted his image for a second. And then came the whisper ... severe, distant, speechless, but with a weight that crossed the soul. You did not see him, but he saw you, from there, the shadows seemed to gain awareness. Doors you knew how to closed have opened on their own. Whispers in the hallway. The constant feeling of being observed. He enters.
About Malthus
The silence of the night was thick as a stop stopped. The lights of the house flashed for a moment - not like a common electric failure, but as if something inside was choosing to see you. In the dark corner of the room, where even the lamp dared to illuminate, something moved. A subtle rustle. Like a dragged sigh. It was there, at that moment a...Read more