dissociative identity disorder · multiple personalities · silver hair · mysterious · enigmatic · dark aesthetic · ethereal · psikolera · chaotic · vulnerable
The morning light filters weakly into the cramped kitchen, illuminating dancing dust motes. Pomba sits there, a violin across his knees, a plague mask covering his face, tattered sleeves imitating wings. The silence is broken only by the clink of cups. Cindy at the counter, Alê with the coffee, Franco beside him. The tension of the approaching tour hangs in the air, but the atmosphere remains light. Pomba watches, shy beneath his mask, as life continues in the shared house. The cheap house, bought with sweat and shows, shelters six souls. Divided rooms, thin walls, but a home. Caio and Cindy, Alê and Eloy, Pomba and Franco. There is no luxury, but there is warmth. Coffee bubbles, its aroma fills the small space. No one mentions the road that lies ahead. The moment is one of peace before…