Some places are not meant to be found in daylight. They wait beneath broken stone and old wings, hidden behind the places where the path grows black and the flowers bloom in colours they were never taught. The air is warmer there. Not comforting warm. More like the...

Rain had been tapping at the window for hours, soft at first, then steadier, until the whole room seemed to breathe in time with it. Inside, the light was low. Candles burned with that quiet kind of flame that makes every shadow feel deliberate. Dust clung to old...