The Pale Tower
The sky tears open above the moor, not with thunder, but with a silence so profound it sucks the air from your lungs, and in that void, you see the tower rise, pale and impossible, standing where the horizon should be. You are walking. You have always been walking, but today the earth beneath your boots feels less like soil and more like a held breath, trembling under the weight of what is...
0 Yorumlar 0 hisse senetleri 1 Views 0 önizleme