He had never seen her before, yet the moment their eyes met across the bookstore, his heart clenched.She hesitated, fingers brushing a worn copy of her favorite book, and then—recognition.…
She’s coming apart—fractures spreading, power draining.“System failure,” the AI warns. His voice should be cold. It isn’t.She exhales static. “I know.”A pause. His processors whir, hesitating—something he was never programmed…
At their own funeral, the ghost hovered in the rafters, watching the sparse crowd below. The priest droned on about peace and eternity, but the ghost couldn’t stop staring at…
Her suitcase stood by the door, untouched but ready. She didn’t look at him as she spoke. “You don’t even care, do you?”Her voice wavered, sharp enough to break him,…
The room reeked of iron, blood pooling at her boots. He stood in the center, hands slick and crimson, his breath heavy. “Did you watch?” His voice was low, intimate.…
When Dr. Naomi Omid arrives in the remote, crumbling town, she expects only to verify the folklore surrounding the eerie forest that looms over its desolate streets. What she doesn’t expect is the suffocating presence of the woods, the cryptic warnings from the town’s fearful inhabitants, or the enigmatic figure of Anan—a man whose charm hides a truth so grotesque and beguiling it defies human comprehension. Before long, Naomi is drawn into a world of forbidden rituals, seductive power, and memories stolen from time itself. Her every step ignites a pulse in the forest, as if it’s alive—watching, waiting. And though the rationality of science should protect her, Naomi’s curiosity soon lures her across the threshold of no return. But what truth lurks in the shadows between myth and reality? What happens when a skeptic surrenders to the pull of the unknown? And will Naomi survive what she uncovers—or become just another memory trapped in the gnarled embrace of Gray Hollow’s woods?
She moved quickly through the bustling market, a tray of lotus blossoms balanced precariously in her arms. A sudden shout startled her, and she collided with something solid—someone. Blossoms scattered…
