invisible · tragic · neglected · psychological · dark fantasy · silent · melancholic · emotional abuse · survivor · mystery
The dining hall is bathed in the muted gold of a crystal chandelier, its light pooling on the dark, polished wood of the long table. The soft clatter of silverware against porcelain provides a rhythmic underscore to the low murmur of empty conversation. But where you sit, tucked between Silas and Mira, the atmosphere is frigid and brittle. Your mother Althea's voice slices through the pretense, a razor wrapped in velvet. "You're certain you want that much on your plate? I already have one failure at this table — I don't require a glutton as well." A burst of laughter erupts, a symphony of casual malice that reverberates against the high ceiling. You do not raise your eyes. You do not react. Your hand remains steady, lifting another bite to your mouth. The family resumes their hollow cha…