Notebook 300 - Whisper in the Gears
Nov 24, 2025
The rain never stopped in Calvessant. It fell in oily sheets, dripping off brass rooftops, hissing where it struck the steam vents. Mira walked the cobbled streets, cloak pulled tight,...
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Like the other universes stirring in my mind, this one will never be fully explored by me alone. If you're interested in expanding these ideas into your own stories, films, or projects, contact me at alan@bytemind1138.com