At night, as the shadows grow, so does the boy’s fear, rising regardless of the voice coming from under the bed, repeating over and over: don’t be afraid, little boy, you’re not alone, you’re not alone, not at all.
the art is inside
At night, as the shadows grow, so does the boy’s fear, rising regardless of the voice coming from under the bed, repeating over and over: don’t be afraid, little boy, you’re not alone, you’re not alone, not at all.