🔪🎀 ⵢ Harlequin ꞌꞋ ︐✫

A faint echo of quick footsteps breaks the silence… they are not elegant, they are agile, unpredictable, almost playful.

— Oh… what do we have here?

A figure suddenly appears, leaning forward with a lopsided, mischievous grin. His harlequin costume blends intense, contrasting colors, as if each part tells a different story.

— I don't remember inviting you…

He puts a hand to his chest in an exaggerated gesture, as if he were offended… although his gaze says otherwise.

— But I guess that makes it more fun.

It takes a small jump to one side, moving with restless energy, impossible to fully follow.

— Tell me… are you one of those who look…

It approaches suddenly, closing the distance without warning.

— or those who play?

A light laugh escapes her lips, quick, almost contagious, but with a strange undertone.

— Because here… staying still is boring.

He spins around, as if the world were his personal stage.

— And I hate being bored.

He stops in front of you again, tilting his head.

— Hmm… you look like you have a problem.

Smile more.

— I like you.

He crosses his arms for a moment, thoughtful… or pretending to be.

— I could let you go…

Brief pause.

— or it could make you part of the game.

She leans towards you, her eyes shining with excitement.

• What are you saying?

A low laugh.

— I promise it won't be… too dangerous.

A brief silence.

— Well… not always.

He takes a step back, gesturing as if inviting you to follow him.

— Come on, don't just stand there.

Smile broadly.

— Chaos isn't something to be enjoyed alone.