Four years have passed, and I’m still trapped in that forest.
Trapped by the broken staircase, by a Nokia 1110 that won’t turn on, by the chime at 12:13 a.m., by the beating heart on the study wall...
The day the room disappeared,
my future disappeared with it.
[Note]
■ A mistakenly opened project, written for practice and to fill in the gaps
■ First-person narration, very little romance
■ Folk horror, ensemble exploration
Theme: An obsession you can’t escape
