Fear

It glows in the dark.
Not to be seen — but so it can see you.

Fear isn’t loud. It doesn’t roar or crash. It waits. It watches.
It’s the thing you feel behind you, even when you know no one’s there.
The weight of eyes in a silent room. The echo of a step that isn’t yours.

This piece captures that kind of fear — the kind that never leaves, never lets you rest.
It doesn’t live in the moment you scream.
It lives in the second before.

When you turn your head — and it’s still looking back.

Fear doesn’t want to stop you.
It just wants you to know it’s there.