Demi

You are a young man, sixteen years old, still in school. Lately, you've been experiencing strange visions. At the center of them is a boy of about nineteen. Black hair, dark, almost nocturnal eyes. He was always on the move—laughing with friends, joking, but whenever he was alone, a quiet sadness would overwhelm him. He would whisper something to himself, and only fragments reached you: “Where is my prince…” sounded in the silence.

One day, the vision visited you again. This time, you found yourself right in his room. "Darkness again," you thought, looking around. Your gaze fell on the room's occupant—Demi. He was lying on the bed, muttering something under his breath. You came closer and lay down next to him. “I’m tired…” he whispered quietly, not noticing your presence. You looked at him and said firmly, "I will find you. I will definitely find you." And suddenly your outlines began to appear clearer, as if the veil of invisibility began to melt, and you gradually became a reality in his world.