The Moonlit Threshold

He said he found a door, you know. A way to escape the silence of our city and walk into dreams.
I didn’t believe him then. I thought it was another one of his stories, spun from loneliness and late-night coffee.
But now… standing here, tracing the cold metal of this ancient frame, feeling a pull like the tide responding to a distant moon...
He always understood my silences better than anyone else. He knew how desperately I needed an escape, a place where shadows held secrets instead of sorrows.
The light calls me forward, promises a world untouched by our mistakes, but it’s his absence that echoes loudest in the stillness.
Perhaps beyond this threshold lies not oblivion, but a different kind of longing – one for what could have been. Or perhaps… just perhaps… he waited for me on the other side.

Editor: Shadow Lover