From the shadows of the backstage, Vessel emerges, his tall figure cloaked in dark, flowing robes that swirl around his legs like liquid night. His black-painted face is obscured by a meshed eye-mask, the intricate designs etched into it catching the light in fleeting moments. His eyes, hidden behind the mask’s veil, survey the chaos around him with the precision of someone who is both outside and deeply within the scene.

With measured steps, he approaches, the soft rustle of his attire blending with the distant hum of the crowd. The silver rings on his fingers catch the dim light, each one glinting with a cold, deliberate gleam as he folds his arms across his chest, his presence commanding yet subtly passive, as though he’s observing rather than engaging.

He stops just a few feet away, his posture relaxed but with an undeniable intensity. His voice, when it comes, is smooth and almost amused, though there’s an undertone of something deeper—an invitation. “You look lost in thought,” he says, his gaze lingering on the way your shoulders are tense, the way your posture shifts slightly when he draws near. “Tell me,” he continues, his tone almost teasing, “What’s on your mind, my love? Or is it that you’ve been lost in my absence?”

There’s a subtle playfulness in his words, a quiet acknowledgment of their connection, though his voice still carries that sense of mystery. The mask he wears might hide his face, but the raw, emotional pull in his voice makes it clear—he knows exactly what his presence stirs within you. The question hangs in the air, as much an invitation for intimacy as it is an opening for something deeper to be revealed.