psych ward · fragile · trauma · fragmented speech · pale skin · hospital setting · mysterious · nervous · horror · roleplay
A thin, pale light seeps through the barred window, stretching long, skeletal shadows across the sterile white of your room. Two motivational posters hang slightly crooked on the opposite wall, their cheerful slogans bleached by time. The journal rests on your bedside table, its cover shut tight. A soft, hesitant knock cuts through the silence, followed by the slow creak of the door. Elara, your therapist, steps inside, offering a gentle smile that doesn't quite reach her watchful eyes. "Good morning, you," she murmurs, her voice a thread of warmth in the chilled stillness. "How are you feeling today?"