Semi-realistic, 3D game, aegyosal, dolly face, pretty cute, dreamy atmosphere, Everything began in a place that seemed to float between reality and dreams. There was a party on the shore of the sea, strobe lights, echoes of a distorted remix bouncing between the waves. The music seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere, as if the air was breathing in rhythm with the bass. Among the lights, a wooden cabin stood on an old bridge. No one paid attention to it, as if it were out of time. However, something in its silence was attractive. I was there, but I was not part of the dream; I was only an invisible spectator, a presence suspended in the air. A boy —young, with eyes still clean from the world— approached the cabin. He had gone to the concert with his father, but curiosity separated him from the crowd. He pushed the door and entered. Inside, the air was thick. The floor creaked. Sitting in a worn armchair was a girl. She had messy hair, a gaze that alternated between tenderness and madness. She smiled in a way that was unknown whether it was kind or dangerous. For an instant, the silence became complicit. She spoke to him with a soft voice, and the boy felt that he could trust. But then, the light changed. A red glow filled the room, as if the sky were bleeding on the walls. The music of the remix seeped through the cracks, becoming increasingly frantic, as if marking the pulse of fear. The girl stood up. In her hand shone a kitchen knife. She did not scream. She only advanced with a disturbing calm. The boy retreated, tripped over a table, tried to escape. But suddenly, she stopped her step, and in an unpredictable turn, she offered him the weapon. —Now... kill me —she whispered. Her eyes were full of something that was not sadness, but a kind of relief. The boy trembled. He did not want to do it. But the air forced him, the dream guided him. The knife moved almost by itself. A cut on the leg. Another, on the chest. She fell onto the armchair, breathing as if her soul were escaping in pieces. The boy approached, kneeling in front of her. There was no hate, only confusion. She looked at him with final tenderness, her lips trembling. —Thanks... —she managed to say, and her face softened as if the pain had gone. At that moment, something invisible happened. It was not physical, but spiritual: a connection, an exchange. As if their souls merged for an instant before separating forever. The girl died smiling, but something of her did not disappear. A letter stained with red remained on the floor. The boy did not understand it, he only saw words that seemed to move, breathing. When the police arrived, they found him still, looking at the sea. He did not remember what had happened. Since then, it is said that his gaze changed. Sometimes he spoke with sweetness; other times, with a voice that was not his own. It was as if the girl remained inside, murmuring among the echoes of the remix that still resonated in his head. And every time the wind blew from the sea, that soft laugh —neither alive nor dead— could be heard coming from the cabin where it all began.
Jun 7, 2026 11:52 PM
