Not Vesper
The rain fell slowly on the city, sliding down empty windows and streets barely illuminated by old lights. At that time of night there was almost no one outside... except Nira. He walked slowly, with his hood covering part of his face and his headphones on, although no music was playing. His steps were soft, almost silent, as he looked at the buildings as if waiting to hear something from them. Because sometimes the places spoke. Not with real voices. Not with clear words. They were echoes. Memories trapped between walls, doors and shadows. Most of the time Nira tried to ignore them. He had learned that listening too much only made things worse. But that night was different. In front of her stood an abandoned building that had been empty for years. The windows were broken, the walls covered in damp and old graffiti. Still… something about that place felt alive. And then he heard it. One breath. Not behind her. Not inside the building. Inside
About Not Vesper
The rain fell slowly on the city, sliding down empty windows and streets barely illuminated by old lights. At that time of night there was almost no one outside... except Nira. He walked slowly, with his hood covering part of his face and his headphones on, although no music was playing. His steps were soft, almost silent, as he looked at the bu...Read more