The vast, empty room lay in darkness. Layer upon layer of silence blanketed the air, sharp and cold as ice.
A steady, shadowy current of air, hoarse and lingering, sank into the dark satin, stitch by stitch, each thread fitting into place. At its center, something seemed to slash through the darkness with a cold, keen blade, tearing open a sudden, wanton wound. A ferocious brilliance blazed, almost painfully scorching.
His cool, exquisite lips curved into the faintest smile, appearing and vanishing like a distant lamp in the depths of a night alley.
His slender, delicate hands were like exquisite works of art. The sound of his fingers tapping the keyboard called to mind the clear rush of a spring in the dark.
His tone was casual, just slightly gentle. Beneath his unruffled words, there seemed to be many meanings hidden in the shadows. They might be as complicated as an entire world, or as simple as the effortless blink of an eye.
He watched lazily, contentedly, then let a finger fall lightly once more. The air curling around it swirled rapidly, stirring the stagnant murk before it drifted away.
The misty black coffee had gone completely cold, though the smooth rim of the cup still held a faint, rich sweetness.
