Before him, everything was gray. He named red “hunger,” blue “distance,” and green “forgiveness.” The world suddenly made sense — and then stopped being mysterious.
By GoldenSpeech3 months ago in Chapters
He painted unseen forces — things that held the world down. People said his art made them feel heavier, and more real.
Every sound entered the woods and returned older. When a man called his own name, he answered himself as a stranger.
Every night, a sleeper visited a dream — until one morning, the dream woke first, searching for its dreamer.
It burned cold and eternal. Those who stood near it never aged, but forgot what warmth felt like.
There are streets that exist only in your memory — roads you swear you’ve walked before but can never quite place. On a rainy evening, Daniel, a tired businessman, found one.
By Echoes of the Soul3 months ago in Chapters
It stayed low, hiding among mountains. One day, the wind lifted it — and it discovered flight was just another kind of falling.
A poet discovered a word that meant everything and nothing. When he whispered it, speech ended — and understanding began.
The child asked the sun if it ever got tired. That evening, for the first time, it did — and dusk was born.
He wrote one last riddle: “If truth cannot be spoken, can silence lie?” Then he smiled — and never spoke again.
Every door opened to another — until the traveler realized each room was the same.
It rose toward the clouds, carrying the dust of forgotten prayers. Heaven, for once, was speechless.
