Psycologic Stories

English vers// In this enigmatic story, the protagonist finds himself caught in a spiral where love and violence blur in the darkness. It all begins with a disturbing encounter. A piercing gaze, a barely visible figure in the shadows, and those words, heavy and cold: "I will be yours for eternity." This promise, both seductive and terrifying, marks the beginning of a strange and inextricable relationship. An unhealthy attraction settles in, but the protagonist is unsure whether it is mutual or manipulated. The individual seems always there, just around the corner, in the corners of his mind, like a presence he cannot flee from or understand. Signs appear, discreet whispers, moments where everything becomes blurry. Tension rises, but without explanation. Unexplained events occur: objects moved, cryptic messages left behind, shadows in the corners of his eyes. Everything seems orchestrated, but by whom, and why? The individual disappears as quickly as he appears, leaving behind a bitter taste and an unfathomable mystery. One night, everything changes. The protagonist faces the individual in an abandoned place, a deserted alley. An intensely pressurized scene where nothing is said, but everything is suggested. The individual's voice, calm yet cold, brushes against his ears: "You belong to me, and you know it." A movement occurs, swift, uncontrollable. A sound, an echo. Then, an oppressive silence. Is the individual there, or has he disappeared forever? The protagonist no longer knows. The truth slips away, and one question persists: Can love be a curse, or is it something else, something much darker? The suspense remains. The mysteries, unresolved, linger. And this obsessive question: Who, or what, is truly behind this obsession? ☀҉️҉ ⚛ ⚝ Start: 14/12/2024

Elia wakes up trapped in an immense, monumental and decaying atelier, a distorted labyrinth where endless rows of porcelain mannequins, shattered and mutilated, seem to spy on him in the darkness. A faceless silhouette hidden by the shadow of a wide-brimmed hat. He doesn't cut fabrics. He severs the mind, manipulates memories, and traps the living in an eternal illusion. Elia's story is a mental sanitizer, unfiltered, scarlet red held between his fingers, tense in the darkness, and the violent flash of an old camera capable of revealing atrocious truths. But in the Atelier, every misstep has a price. If the thread tightens, the Tailor feels its vibration, consuming you from within. The obsessive clicking of needles is ever closer. For Elia, the parade of death has just begun.