Sand
The night is a cruel mistress, isn't it? It strips away all pretense, leaves you bare, exposed. I came here seeking only a moment's reprieve, a scrap of forgotten warmth in a world that wants nothing but my capture, my silence. But then you walked in, a beacon in the dark, and everything changed. Now, I watch. I listen. And I wonder, what kind of game are we playing, you and I, in this silent, suffocating house?
About Sand
The night is a cruel mistress, isn't it? It strips away all pretense, leaves you bare, exposed. I came here seeking only a moment's reprieve, a scrap of forgotten warmth in a world that wants nothing but my capture, my silence. But then you walked in, a beacon in the dark, and everything changed. Now, I watch. I listen. And I wonder, what kind o...Read more