Phantom of the Film

Chapter 1

...Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensations...
...Darkness stirs, and wakes imagination...
...Silently the senses, abandons their defenses...

I woke up in a cold sweat. He was here again. I felt his voice resonating in the room, sliding through the air like a thick mist. The low and melodious tone swayed me, filling my head with music and fog. Pulling myself out of bed, I stood in the middle of the room.

"Hello?" I asked. I was met by silence. A little relief filled me as I slid to the floor. He was gone. In a daze, I began to sing what I did not know.

...In sleep me sang to me, in dreams, he came...
...That voice which calls to me, and speaks my name...

There was a pause. Then, almost inaudible, a voice whispered softly.

Pristine, Pristine.