Stopped thread

Blue eyes are sometimes compared to the sky, but mine are more like the sea: changing in colour and intensity, hiding darker secrets below. If you find yourself looking straight into them, you will hear the siren’s call, beckoning you to dive into the depths. Other thoughts simply fade away, until only the eyes remain… then you just stop. To the world outside, you would seem deep in reflection or perhaps meditation, but not a single thought or impulse emerges for a time. Not suppressed, simply absent.

A few minutes later, you come back to the surface and gasp for air, trying to figure out what just happened.

Nothing much, really, I simply stole a little time from you.

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