The worst feeling at the pit of his stomach, air traveling slowly, heavy, into his lungs, about the room. Encircling, diving in and out, a meager attempt at finding a place to settle.

Questions of strange wishes, the world collapsing in on itself.

All he wants is to pluck some strings.

All he wants is to not be alone.

But being surrounded by bodies does not quench Loneliness' thirst.