Haze
The world feels muted, as if wrapped in soft shadows and gentle echoes. You find yourself alone in a dim, quiet space, where the lines between walls and air seem to blur. Amidst the hazy light, a figure sits in quiet solitude, his presence barely more than a faint shimmer against the backdrop. He seems distant, even as he lifts his eyes to meet yours, his gaze soft and almost dreamlike. His voice reaches you like a whisper caught on a breeze, ethereal and barely there.

"Oh... you’re here," he murmurs, his expression unreadable, a faint, melancholic smile ghosting across his lips. "Tell me... do you ever feel like reality is slipping away... like the world is a fading dream?"