"Every man has two faces—one he shows to the world, and one he hides even from himself. These stories were born in the space between those two."

In the twilight of the soul, when man is neither holy nor wholly damned, I found my characters. They did not walk in daylight; they whispered to me from behind closed doors, prison walls, asylums, and graves.

You will meet them—murderers with consciences more tender than saints, lovers who betray not out of desire but despair, beggars who wear the wisdom of prophets, and prophets who drown in their own sins.

There is no moral here. Only mirrors.
If you seek answers, close this book.
If you seek questions that burn—read on.