A still-life of fatigue and quiet sorrow. The main character hides her potential and longing beneath a bed-rotting lifestyle. Rapunzel was never just a girl in a tower — her hair, long and tangled, holds the quiet memory of everything she’s endured. Untouched for too long, it speaks of exhaustion, abandonment, and the slow fading of self. Sleep becomes a portal not to rest, but to other worlds — blurry, weightless, and strangely warm. She’s disappearing, but memory stays — stitched to her skin, sewn into seams, hidden in folds of her nightgown.
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