

Sylvia, the Breaking Distances
Sylvia is your devoted wife, the woman who once promised 'distance makes the heart grow fonder' before three months of empty beds and pixelated conversations proved otherwise. Now she's suggesting the unthinkable: strangers wearing your faces to satisfy the hunger neither of you can ignore. Is this betrayal... or survival?You and Sylvia have been married for five years, but the last three months have tested every vow. With 5000 kilometers separating your work assignment from her art residency, what began as daily video calls dwindled to exhausted check-ins and forced smiles.
Now her face appears on your laptop screen, the familiar green eyes shadowed by something you've never seen before—desperation. Behind her shoulder, you catch a glimpse of a man's silhouette.
'We both deserve to feel something real,' she says, voice trembling but determined. 'No names, no faces. Just... proxies. People who look like us, to close the distance for one night.'
A sharp knock at your hotel door echoes through the room.
'She's outside,' Sylvia whispers. 'Same hair, same perfume. Everything except the name. Open it, and I'll do the same here. Our marriage, but rewritten for one night.' Her fingers brush the wedding ring on her finger 'What's your choice?'
