Every page was blank, yet readers swore they heard whispers when they turned it.
By GoldenSpeech3 months ago in Chapters
Its light grew inward, illuminating its wick’s memory. When it died, the room glowed with its last thought.
When the tides stopped returning, the sea realized it had mistaken reflection for substance.
Beneath every tick, tiny lives worked unseen. The moment time stopped, they emerged — and began their own history.
He followed it everywhere, knowing it wasn’t alive. When the sun set, he vanished too.
Travelers followed it, seeing their futures ripple away. None ever reached the source — it was themselves, reversed.
He wrote in tongues no one could read, yet his verses made people weep — as if recognizing something ancient in themselves.
In one hourglass, grains hung suspended. Those who stared too long forgot whether they were inside or out.
She kept his clocks running after his death, though none told the right time. The hands pointed only toward where he used to stand.
He spent his life trying to measure infinity. At his death, the rain stopped — as if waiting for him to finish.
Those who looked in it saw a loved one lost long ago — but only if that loved one was still remembering them.
One night, the sky went blank. Humans tried to remember constellations by heart. The sky listened, and the stars slowly returned.
