The lighthouse had stood for a hundred years, watching storms tear across the horizon. Elias, the last keeper, lived alone inside its spiraling stone heart. Every night, he climbed the narrow stairs, lit the lamp, and waited for ships that rarely came. They said keepers lose their minds to the wind and waves. Maybe they … Read more
The air smelled of rain and lilacs that morning. The streets of Verona were still glistening from last night’s storm, and the café on Via della Luna opened its doors with the same quiet rhythm as it had every morning for thirty years. Behind the counter, Lucia wiped the tables, humming softly — the same … Read more
The clock shop stood at the end of the cobblestone street, its windows glowing amber against the evening fog. Inside, hundreds of clocks whispered in unison, their ticking hearts filling the air with rhythm and patience. Elara had lived among those clocks all her life. Her father, the town’s clockmaker, believed time was not to … Read more
The city never truly sleeps. Even when the lights fade, the rain continues its quiet symphony on rooftops, windows, and the lonely hearts beneath them. On nights like this, Mira stands by the glass, tracing invisible lines with her fingertip—lines that used to be his name. They met in the rain two years ago. He … Read more
A fogbound town. A house that keeps secrets. One woman who moves in to forget — and instead learns the house remembers. 1. Arrival Evelyn arrived on a bus that smelled of wet wool and diesel, a single suitcase clutched against her ribs. The town announced itself slowly: a low bell from the quay, the … Read more