Revenant

He woke up in a town that shouldn't exist, with no memory of who he was or how he got there.

The streets are empty. The air is wrong. And something is watching.

As he searches for answers, he begins to uncover the pieces-fragments of a world lost to silence, shadows that walk like people, and a voice that isn't his whispering truths he isn't ready to hear.

Somewhere beyond the ruins lies a doorway. On the other side, something waits.

And it remembers everything.

Some writers seek the spotlight. Others choose the shadows.

This one walks the in-between.

No name. No face. Only stories-left like breadcrumbs in the dark, for those curious enough to follow. My words are stitched from memory and myth, dream and dust. Not much is known of who I am, and even less is offered.

Perhaps that's the point.

I write not to be seen, but to be felt.

This is my voice. Listen closely.