The Faded Portrait

ha aggiunto una foto Literature

2026-08-20 01:03:48 -

The dream was not a narrative but a texture, a heavy, wet wool blanket dragged across the floor of the mind, suffocating the light before it could reach the eyes. Margot woke with her hands clenched around the hem of her sheet, the fabric twisted tight in her grip as if she were trying to hold her own bones together against the pull of some invisible tide. The room was silent, a silence so...

0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 1 Views 0 Anteprima