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 Return”
At 3:33, I woke to the sound of church bells. I live miles from any chapel. The window glowed red, and when I looked outside, the city was there — the nameless one, alive again, burning quietly beneath the horizon. I think it’s waiting for me to come home.
by Cristina Davenport
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