My Dream: The Drumbeat That Went Missing
It came like all dreams do: sudden, unwelcome, and in a language that refused to explain itself. I was in a city I almost recognized—something between memory and myth. The buildings were taller than I remembered, but somehow emptier, like they had been hollowed out to make space for secrets. The sky hung low, as if it, too, was burdened by what it had witnessed. … Continue reading My Dream: The Drumbeat That Went Missing