Pink Drip – Nomophobia

Soft pink light wraps around her face as she navigates a digital void, her fingers tracing the contours of an empty touchscreen. Her eyes scan the horizon for a connection that never comes, and with each passing moment, the isolation deepens, until all that's left is the gentle trickle of a drip of desire. The silence is broken only by the soft sound of breathing, and the promise of a touch that will set her soul on fire.