Hidden behind an ivy-covered gate stood a library with no catalog. Inside were shelves upon shelves of envelopes — yellowed, sealed, and addressed to people who would never receive them.
By GoldenSpeech4 months ago in Chapters
No one knew when the river changed direction — one morning it simply flowed the wrong way, carrying lost objects upstream: letters, toys, rings, old shoes.
In a city that never slept, a man named Arlo ran a small shop that opened only at dusk. His shelves were filled not with goods, but with dreams — bottled, shimmering, humming faintly like lullabies.
At the center of a fog-soaked city stood an ancient clock tower. Its chimes had stopped a century ago — yet every midnight, someone claimed to hear it ringing.
Every autumn, the wind in Valehaven carried scraps of paper through the streets. No one knew where they came from. Some were love letters, others goodbyes, others pleas.
In a foggy riverside town, a young girl named Nessa helped her father craft candles for the church. He said each one held a piece of a soul — a prayer in wax.
After the war, a botanist named Ada bought a ruined estate on the outskirts of town. The garden was wild, overgrown — yet every flower was in bloom, even in winter.
Elias worked in an antique shop that specialized in restoring old photographs. One day, a woman brought a cracked camera from the 1930s and begged him to fix it. Inside, the last roll of film was still intact.
Elara lived in a lighthouse after her husband, an astronomer, passed away. Every night she gazed through his old telescope, searching the constellations he loved.
In an old cathedral by the sea, a single candle had been burning for nearly a century. Pilgrims came from across the world to see it. They said it granted clarity to those who stood before it.
Samuel worked in a quiet studio by the sea, painting portraits from old photographs he found in antique stores. He called it “restoring lost souls.”
In her new apartment, Mae discovered a narrow window behind a heavy curtain. It didn’t look out onto the street or another building—just a vast, endless fog.
