Borrowed Voices

I dreamt I was someone else last night, but their thoughts spilled into my day, and I think now the world expects me to be more than just myself.

I will tell you how it started, t…

On the Face of the Glass

I peered into the mirrored screen and saw not my own worry, but the thoughts of someone—or something—else, flickering behind the glass.

I thought it was just another Mond…

The Echoes of Whisper City

Somewhere in the neon maze of Whisper City, where the rain refracted digital clouds and secrets could haunt you twice, Mara found herself questioning if the messages she…

The Operator’s Dilemma

If I allowed the cycle to continue, my hands would remain clean. But every day, as new messages appeared on the screen, I questioned what it meant to be real.

It began with…

Synthetic Silence

The first signal came after midnight: a pattern in static, a whisper in digital noise. Reina sat up in the humming surveillance room, unable to shake the message.

Reina Kim rare…