by will_of_will
The Iron String "In the right eyes, you will always be an art." Amidst the suffocating academic gravity of university midterms, narrator navigates a world where thoughts vibrate like iron threads and silence is a physical weight. Between the flickering glow of lanterns and the cold clinical glass of library tables, a bridge is being built—or perhaps, it is being dismantled. In this landscape of Dark Surrealism, every borrowed pen is a missed connection and every shadow has a voice that whispers: “Kill your thoughts, or be killed by them.” A journey through the "Internal Fog" where the line between the man and the ghost begins to blur.
