He built invisible sculptures of air, claiming to have shaped the unshapable. When he died, the wind scattered his ashes — his only real masterpiece.
By GoldenSpeech3 months ago in Chapters
A utopia built of glass promised honesty. Within a generation, everyone learned to smile in mirrors and cry in reflections.
Actors wore the same mask for centuries, changing only their names. The mask whispered to each of them — it remembered who they had been before the play began.
Each New Year’s Day, a single tick echoed across the village. Some waited decades for the next sound. Few realized that between ticks, they were free from time.
A girl stares so long into a mirror that she sees her own soul glowing back. She smiles — not because she found herself, but because she realized she had never been lost.
A nameless cloud envies others for being called “storm” or “mist.” When it’s finally named, it dissolves in pride.
A poet throws his unsent letters into the wind. Years later, he meets strangers who recite his words. He wonders if silence was ever truly silent.
A nomad witnesses the desert’s rebirth.
Her thread becomes the first dawn.
Every truth she sang cut her throat a little more.
Each verse summons what the world forgot.
Each chart leads someone home.
