☆: The embrace of silence was haunting at first. But now… it’s rather enjoyable.
At first, I was afraid—thrashing, screaming, begging and pleading for someone to hear me.
But in the end, I was always alone.
And eventually, I grew silent once more.
The only constant in my life was the aloneness.
It was… suffocating.
But then I wondered:
If I just took a breath—let the silence in—
would it really be as awful as I’d imagined?
It… wasn’t.
The chilling cold I once feared felt warm against my skin for the first time.
I let the depths take me in, and now, they are home—because I’ve never had one.
So I began to paint this nothingness with my strange, unwanted colors.
From them, creations bloomed, stitching themselves together until the emptiness transformed—
An ever-expanding pocket of worlds and paths.
All waiting to be finished, to be explored.
All born from my hands.
And though each creation is painted with a color of me,
There is one in particular made in my likeness—because she is me.
We are simply two extremes of one whole.
Which means… I don’t get to sleep when she’s up all night worrying.
