The Faded Dust
The dream began with the sound of cracking porcelain. Dr. Elias Thorne stood in a hall that did not exist. The ceiling was a dome of swirling, violet nebulae, pulsing with a slow, rhythmic heartbeat. The floor was black glass, reflecting the stars above and the figures below. There were only two people in the room. Elias, and a woman who looked exactly like him, but older, her face a map of...
0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 2 Views 0 Anteprima