Year: 2025

The rain hammered against the windows of the penthouse, a relentless rhythm mirroring the frantic beat of my heart. Below, the city lights blurred into an indistinct, glittering smear, reflecting…

The rain hammered against the corrugated iron roof of the barn, a relentless, primal rhythm that seemed to mirror the fever building within me. The air hung thick and humid,…

The rain hammered against the windows of the sprawling estate, mirroring the frantic beat of my heart. It had been a long, lonely week, filled with the suffocating scent of…

The rain hammered against the stained-glass windows of the chapel, each drop a frantic plea against the encroaching darkness. Inside, the air hung thick with incense and something else, something…