An architect built a mansion entirely of mirrors to capture the last sunset before the planet’s collapse. Scientists and artists gathered within, ready to witness the end.
By GoldenSpeech3 months ago in Chapters
In a forgotten museum in Prague, a single clock ticked counter to time. Visitors laughed until they realized they aged in reverse while near it.
One summer morning, the villagers of Lyran awoke to find their shadows gone. The light still shone, but no silhouettes stretched beneath them.
High in the Andes, an old woman wove patterns that matched the night sky. Each night, she added a new thread of light. Astronomers couldn’t explain why new stars kept appearing exactly where her needle pierced.
In an underground bazaar beneath Marrakesh, merchants sold forbidden things: lost memories, unborn dreams, laughter bottled like perfume.
In New York, an old theatre reopened under a mysterious director named M. Gray. The plays were unlike anything seen before — no dialogue, only emotion. The actors seemed to become their roles.
In Buenos Aires, a strange phenomenon began: the walls started writing. Black ink dripped from cracks, forming words in dozens of languages.
An emerald known as The Serpent’s Eye was said to contain voices. Every owner reported hearing faint murmurs when they slept.
In Victorian London, a man named Mr. Dorran offered “grief photography.” He claimed his camera could capture the moment a spirit left the body.
A century-old vessel drifted endlessly along the Baltic Sea. It had no crew, no flag, and no anchor. Yet its lights were always on.
In Madrid, a painter gained fame for portraits that looked alive — not from realism, but from what they hid. He drew not people, but their shadows. Each painting flickered faintly, as if something behind the canvas moved.
Every full moon, the people of Andel hid indoors. Windows shuttered, mirrors covered. Because when moonlight touched skin, it didn’t reflect — it remembered.
