#moodycharacter

At first, I was afraid—thrashing, screaming, begging and pleading for someone to hear me. But in the end, I was always alone. And eventually, I grew silent once more.

The only constant in my life was the aloneness. It was… suffocating. But then I wondered: If I just took a breath—let the silence in— would it really be as awful as I’d imagined?

It… wasn’t.

The chilling cold I once feared felt warm against my skin for the first time. I let the depths take me in, and now, they are home—because I’ve never had one.

So I began to paint this nothingness with my strange, unwanted colors. From them, creations bloomed, stitching themselves together until the emptiness transformed— An ever-expanding pocket of worlds and paths. All waiting to be finished, to be explored. All born from my hands.

And though each creation is painted with a color of me, There is one in particular made in my likeness—because she is me.

We are simply two extremes of one whole.

Which means… I don’t get to sleep when she’s up all night worrying.