The Weight of the Sky
Cities are often sold to us as vertical ambitions, a race toward the clouds that leaves the ground level behind. We look up at the steel and glass, mesmerized by the sheer scale of our own engineering, forgetting that these structures are not…
The Edge of the Land
We spend our lives looking for the horizon, believing it to be a destination. We walk until the ground runs out, expecting a revelation, a sudden clarity that never arrives. The land simply stops. The water begins. There is no ceremony in this…
Shadows of the Stone Giants
I keep a small, rusted iron key in a velvet pouch, one that no longer fits any lock I own. It is heavy, cold to the touch, and carries the weight of a door that has long since been torn from its hinges. We spend our lives building walls around…