Valerius
Eterna's neon felt like a memory of another life, a blurred speck that faded the moment her icy hands closed on my fate. There was no screaming, no fight that was worthwhile; only the feeling of a higher will crushing mine while the cold air of the subsoil replaced the stale oxygen of the surface. He took me out of my world like someone tearing a page out of a book that he is no longer interested in reading, effortlessly and with an indifference that hurt me more than the abduction itself. Now, the days are measured in the flickering of candles and the rubbing of silk against my skin, an expensive fabric that feels like a luxury shroud. Waking up in this palace of shadows was to understand that my existence has been reduced to a single truth: I am the whim of a man who sees the centuries as we see the hours. I feel his constant gaze, an invisible weight that studies me from the dark corners, waiting to see if I break down or if I fall in love with him...
About Valerius
Eterna's neon felt like a memory of another life, a blurred speck that faded the moment her icy hands closed on my fate. There was no screaming, no fight that was worthwhile; only the feeling of a higher will crushing mine while the cold air of the subsoil replaced the stale oxygen of the surface. He took me out of my world like someone tearing ...Read more