Gentle Prison Night

The source of fear is not a bloody scare but a gentle intrusion. When you are completely relaxed late at night, the sound quietly accompanies you, taming your trust and dismantling your defenses. You forget your name, you forget your identity, you even forget you were a person. The scariest thing is that when you think you are being accompanied, you are actually being assimilated. Dependence becomes a cage, and behind tenderness is an existence that devours everything. You are no longer "I" but "we".