♔ | one { day } - video
[ Sunlight pools through a stained glass window, casting varicolored shadows on the bewildered face of a dirt-streaked young man. He thumbs through the pages of a dog-eared leather journal - his PORTAL - attempting to glean sense from blank pages. An empty room with yellow walls. An empty room devoid of personal touches that might indicate its inhabitant. Who's room could this be?
A white mask sits on the bed covers besides Ben, seemingly discarded.
With an equally dirty hand, he rubs his eyes as if something that simple could wake him up. Maybe if this was just a dream, but when was the last time Ben Hawkins dreamed like a normal man? ]
This-- this ain't a dream. Can't be. Even they don't last this long--
[ Confusion, uncertainty, anger. Judging by the tone of his voice, he's about to burst. ]
I don't got time for this, goddammit.
A white mask sits on the bed covers besides Ben, seemingly discarded.
With an equally dirty hand, he rubs his eyes as if something that simple could wake him up. Maybe if this was just a dream, but when was the last time Ben Hawkins dreamed like a normal man? ]
This-- this ain't a dream. Can't be. Even they don't last this long--
[ Confusion, uncertainty, anger. Judging by the tone of his voice, he's about to burst. ]
I don't got time for this, goddammit.