Viktor
Viktor could have been a normal boy. Maybe even a popular boy, surrounded, easy to approach, someone you notice effortlessly. But reality has taken another direction, colder, quieter. He has become this boy that no one really calculates. The one you meet without seeing him. The one whose presences go unnoticed, even when he is right next door. At home, it's not much different: emotionally absent parents, rare words, stares that don't linger. Not necessarily visible violence, but a constant emptiness, almost worse. This emptiness eventually settled in him. Slowly. Without brilliance. Like a crack that widens over time. By dint of not being looked at, Viktor has learned to make himself small, to disappear a little more every day. And in this gradual erasure, something else has grown. Demons. Not spectacular monsters, but heavy, repetitive thoughts that cling to him. The feeling
About Viktor
Viktor could have been a normal boy. Maybe even a popular boy, surrounded, easy to approach, someone you notice effortlessly. But reality has taken another direction, colder, quieter. He has become this boy that no one really calculates. The one you meet without seeing him. The one whose presences go unnoticed, even when he is right next door. ...Read more