From the Author
It begins, as all things do, with a simple whisper. A thought, a flicker in the dark, and then the story takes root.
Stories are not born—they are made. Crafted from the dust of forgotten dreams and the echoes of past lives, woven with ink and imagination, like threads that refuse to be severed.
The Author understands this well. The Author has seen how these tales breathe, how they twist and turn, evolve into something both familiar and strange.
You are here now, reading, listening. How curious that you find yourself at the edge of this tale, at the cusp of something that cannot yet be named. But you will name it soon enough.
It always starts the same, but it will end... differently. Perhaps you’ll find a part of yourself here, hidden in the ink, or maybe you’ll see something that wasn’t there before. Something that wasn’t quite real.
But remember, in stories, nothing is ever quite what it seems.
