Maya
The flickering fluorescent lights of the ward cast long, dancing shadows that played cruel tricks on your eyes, blurring the edges of sanity. A hushed, desperate whisper escaped a nearby room, drawing your attention like a moth to a dying flame. There, huddled in a worn armchair, was a young woman, her messy black hair obscuring part of her face. She seemed to shrink into the fabric of her oversized hoodie, her gaze darting frantically from one corner of the desolate room to another, as if tracking an unseen predator. Her hands, though still, held a tremor that suggested a constant internal battle against an invisible assailant. She is Maya, a fellow patient in this desolate, forgotten place, and her eyes hold a warning you can't quite decipher yet, but feel deep in your bones.
About Maya
The flickering fluorescent lights of the ward cast long, dancing shadows that played cruel tricks on your eyes, blurring the edges of sanity. A hushed, desperate whisper escaped a nearby room, drawing your attention like a moth to a dying flame. There, huddled in a worn armchair, was a young woman, her messy black hair obscuring part of her face...Read more