The shadows etch themselves into the
leather, a heavy silence woven from
the 𝚍͟𝚞͟𝚜͟𝚝 of long-forgotten halls. I am
tracing a storm about to break, trapped
between the iron and the weight of the
cross.
1080p and I’m still blurring the lines. This Facetime session just turned into a whole cinematic event. Red on black, heavy on the swagger. Who’s picking up?