The Presences
Not characters.
Not designs.
Recurring emotional fragments.
Some people are not remembered for who they are,
but for what repeats in them.
The Presences are traces of those patterns.
Some appeared once.
Some never left.
They simply kept appearing.
Silence.
Movement.
Doubt.
Reflection.
LʘʘNA
Sometimes she disappears,
not to escape others,
but to hear herself again.
KNʘX
Walks like direction is certain,
even when it is not.
VIXʘ
Always moving.
Always responding late.
Thinking too much to ever fully stop.
MIRRʘ
Changes depending on who is watching.
Sometimes adaptation feels like identity.
RAVʘN
Feels most natural in silence.
Where nothing competes for attention.
