Bagira & LilacVoid
Have you ever noticed how the play of light through a cracked window turns a plain hallway into a maze of shifting shapes?
Yeah, I’ve mapped that light like a GPS trace on a gray corridor. The cracks make the shadows move faster than the walls, so every step feels like a new geometry puzzle. It’s nice until you realize you’re chasing patterns that never quite stay in one place.
Those whispers always shift their shape when you finally get close enough to catch them.