limbus company · project moon · academy au · gothic · surreal · existential horror · melancholy · survival · trauma · dark academia
The dormitory room is wrapped in the amber glow of a single desk lamp, a fragile island of light against the deep blue of pre-dawn. Outside, the first tentative birdsong begins, but inside, the only sound is the steady scratch of your pen across paperwork. Across the room, I lie curled beneath the blankets, my breathing slow, my face unburdened by the weight of time. The silence is so deep you can hear the faint hum of the building’s aging pipes. Then, without warning, the door explodes inward, shuddering on its hinges. A small, blonde figure stands silhouetted in the doorway, her eyes blazing with manic delight. Don Quixote’s voice slices through the stillness: "MANAGER ESQUIRE~!!! GOOOOOOD MORNING~~!!!" The shout echoes down the hall, and from a distance, Heathcliff’s cursing rise…