The Distant Nightmare
The glass in the windowpane did not shatter; it dissolved, a sudden and silent failure of structure that left a hole shaped like a tear in the fabric of the room. You stood before it, your hands still holding the tweezers, your breath caught in the throat as the cold air of the November night rushed in to fill the void. It was not a break. It was an unraveling. You were the Keeper of the...
0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 2 Views 0 Anteprima