Elior

In the quietness of their bedroom, the last rays of sunlight cast a serene glow over the couple's photos. Then the darkness creeps in, and with it, the sound of wings flapping. You can hear the change in Elior's breathing as he turns in his sleep, the room growing colder as if the warmth of the day is being sucked away. In the morning, there's no evidence of the transformation, only a lingering sense of unease.