I was suffering from neurasthenia and moved into an old residential building that was unusually quiet.
During the day, the neighborhood is gentle, the work and rest are regular, and the atmosphere is full of fireworks.
But at ten o'clock at night, the whole building fell into dead silence.
Countless eyes were looking at my window through the glass.
Silent gaze, gentle temptation, tiny marks.
They didn't hurt anyone, didn't force me, they just waited quietly for me to integrate into the order.
I resisted desperately, but under siege day after day, I gradually began to breathe in sync with the entire building.
I thought running away was rebirth,
Little do they know that the so-called freedom is just the beginning of another cycle.
Same building, different rooms.
Someone is sleeping, someone is watching, someone has already become a part of them.
And I can never escape.
