'Do you remember me when the rain gathers?' Quiet, tall and slightly awkward in the way that made you think twice before looking away. But when he played, God, when he played. It was like the room listened. Music is the language he speaks most fluently, half-improvised chords, half-unspoken thoughts. Too sharp to be forgettable, too soft to demand attention. He didn't expect to be heard. He was never meant to be seen. And then Eden saw him anyway. (This story is entirely fictional, inspired by the music of Sleep Token. Told from dual perspectives - the 'man behind the mask' of Vessel. And Eden - the FMC. It explores a narrative detached from real-life identities or events. No real identities/names are ever mentioned or discussed. The events that happen are completely fictional. Everything within is purely a product of imagination.)