Introduction
I used to be endlessly forgetful, a perfectionist born of illness rather than choice. I still am—drinking from cups of loneliness that pull me closer to the edge of oblivion, sip by sip.
«Adrian»
I was blind, devoid of sight and insight alike, trapped within towering walls of darkness where no light dared to reach me or set me free. Between night and dawn, I would always find my way back to my shattered self."
«Eliana»