Corridor of Echoes

Vacancy: A term oft misused, booked, and secretly unravelled. James saw the flickering bulb before he noted the sign—neon words promising space where light shunned comfort.

Visit the Storefront

"I told you," echoed through the corridor's breath, unclaimed and unfinished. A chair rocking on a thought's brink, waiting for the occupant who never arrived.

Retrieval Desk

Shadows whisper vacancy to responsive air. Silhouette dealers barter silence for a moment's witness. Find solace here, they suggest, where presence fades in amiable company.

Library of Shadows