The Distant Garden

added blog Literature

2026-08-20 10:51:18 -

The banquet hall is not a place of celebration, but a sealed tomb of white plastic and fluorescent hum, where the air tastes of ozone and old sweat. You sit at the end of a long, folding table that stretches into the dim, industrial gloom of the warehouse, your hands resting flat on the surface, fingers splayed as if trying to anchor yourself to reality. Around you, your colleagues from the...

0 Comments 0 Shares 5 Views 0 Reviews