Both outside and inside, the inevitable comes to light. The green velvet sofa, a silent witness to a…
Both outside and inside, the inevitable comes to light. The green velvet sofa, a silent witness to a slow agony, Has become the throne of an absence. And beneath this rain, Piercing the twilight, lies the final refuge.😔🫣
Prompt
A rusty, open and dented metal tin, with a torn and soiled label revealing the word ‘Crypte’, sits in the centre of an emerald-green velvet sofa in a living room with a dark and damp atmosphere. Inside the box, instead of food, there is water. Raindrops spill out of the box and fall onto the carpet, creating small, realistic puddles that spread towards the wooden legs of the sofa. The subdued light from a bedside lamp casts long, dramatic shadows. There is no one there, but the atmosphere seems frozen in time. The box appears to be part of the setting, like an ordinary, forgotten object, which makes the impossibility of the storm it contains all the more unsettling and natural.
