A Train That Runs on Regrets Alone
The map changed every day. Some stations only appeared once—moments tied to a feeling never repeated...
John Doe
The Forest That Dreamed in Languages
Each leaf held a syllable, each branch a sentence. Travelers entering the forest spoke fluently in s...
The Café Where Clocks Never Agreed
Each table had its own sense of time. Some sped up, others slowed to a crawl. Sit at one, and your c...