Eye Wide Shut -

The invitation had arrived three days ago — no return address, just a crimson wax seal he'd broken with his thumb. You are invited to see clearly.

Inside, the air was thick with incense and something older — beeswax, velvet, the ghost of perfume. A corridor led him past mirrors draped in black cloth. He caught his own reflection in a gap: still himself, but already less. eye wide shut

"Password?"

Outside, later, the rain had stopped. He stood under a working streetlamp, watching his breath cloud. He still wore his mask. He wasn't sure anymore which side was the inside. The invitation had arrived three days ago —