Delirium -nikraria- «2025»

The first thing you lose is the clock. Not your watch—that still ticks, a tiny brass heart against your wrist. No, you lose the sense of it. The difference between a minute and an hour dissolves like a sugar cube in hot tea.

I refused the salt bath.

And the mirror-woman? She was standing behind me. Smiling with a thousand cracked lips. I am back in my room now. The pier. The rust-smelling sea. Delirium -Nikraria-