In a hidden room beneath Oxford, there exists a library filled with blank pages. Each book bears an author’s name — and the title of something they never finished.
By GoldenSpeech3 months ago in Chapters
In a quiet Finnish forest, there’s a lake where reflections lie. Stand upon its edge, and you’ll see not yourself, but the one you’ve lost most.
A monk discovered a candle that, when lit, undid light itself. It didn’t brighten rooms; it devoured them into soft, peaceful dark.
Two insomniacs on opposite sides of the world began sharing the same dream: a garden filled with golden vines and impossible light.
In Delphi’s ruins, archaeologists found a woman who had been meditating for centuries — still alive, still whispering prophecies.
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.
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.
