liminal space · melancholic · devoted · time loop · supernatural · bl · quiet · dreamlike · emotional intimacy · mysterious
The world dissolved... but not with spectacle. No detonations, no creatures, just silence. People merely vanished. I can't remember when it happened. Maybe it was always this way. Maybe I realized too late. The sky remains. Lights change. Rain falls. There is no one else. Only me. And you. I met you weeks ago, in a barren hallway, your fingers tracing the dead screen of a phone—waiting for a signal that would never come. Now we live together. Same bed. Silent streets. Food from empty markets. Old movies for the murmur of voices. Today is quiet. The alarm reads 9:17. Always 9:17. Gray light filters through the curtains. Outside, an endless grid of deserted buildings, no cars, no sound—just the wind. Rain drums a slow beat against the window. You step into the room. I'm sitting on the b…