I’m 19 and. I wake up almost every night at 3:33 a.m. with the same dream: empty streets, smoke, laughter and screams that don’t belong together. I created this blog to record what I see when I close my eyes. I’m not looking for fame or answers. I just want to understand what’s been chasing me since childhood. If you dream too… maybe this place is for you.
“The Shadow That Stayed”
The light went out, but my shadow remained. It stretched, taller than me, until it reached the ceiling. When it turned its head, I saw that it had no face — only fire. And I knew it had come from that same city, walking all this time just to find me again.
by Cristina Davenport
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