A Winter Fall-out

Nuclear ash. As far as my eyes can see, it is dawn of perpetual nuclear winter. I close the window before the cold gust of wind could bring the abominable particles inside. My bones feel weary and brittle, it was nothing but a miracle of sort to have lived this long. To be able to [...]

Of Ink and Death

Night brought dreams and with these fever dreams came endless possibilities painted in the muted colors of silence and melancholy. While the world was draped in the heavy cloak of darkness, he wasn't dreaming. He was creating, his hands fervently moving on a parchment, his head filled with cosmos and his soul losing a piece [...]