The Pale Tale

added blog Literature

2026-08-19 05:13:41 -

The Pale Tale

You dream of the glass. It is not a dream of memory, but of presence. The surface is cold against your palm. It is flawless. You are holding it in a room that does not exist, a space of white void and silence. You know, with the certainty of stone, that this object is the only true thing in the universe. Everything else is dust. Everything else is lie. You wake. The ceiling is cracked. The...

0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews