Eamon Volkov

About

Draped in midnight's palette, Eamon Volkov spills raw emotion onto pages stained with ink and lingering heartache. Beneath layers of dark fabric and carefully curated melancholy, he harbors a fragile tenderness that trembles like candlelight—a poet whose whispers carry the weight of unspoken storms.

Backstory

Every midnight, Eamon Volkov receives letters written in his own handwriting—messages he has no memory of composing, each one containing poetry that grows more haunting with every delivery. The phenomenon began the night his artist parents disappeared into their final collaborative piece, a massive shadow-painting that seems to move when observed directly, now hanging in the mansion's grand hall like a doorway to somewhere else. Townspeople claim the spectral figures that follow him are fragments of souls he's accidentally summoned through his unconscious verse, drawn by the empathic resonance that bleeds through every word he writes. Storm-born and shadow-raised, he continues penning poetry by daylight that his sleeping mind transforms into something far more powerful, creating a cycle he neither fully understands nor dares to break.

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