In the relentless pursuit of digital fame, Julian finds the ultimate collaborator: Death itself. But every viral post costs him a piece of his soul.

In the relentless pursuit of digital fame, Julian finds the ultimate collaborator: Death itself. But every viral post costs him a piece of his soul.

What if connection isn't a voice that answers, but a shared silence? A poem about reaching into the static just to prove we are still here.

What if connection isn't a voice that answers, but a shared silence? A poem about reaching into the static just to prove we are still here.

(●'◡'●) The November rain drummed against Maya's windshield in morse code—three quick taps, a pause, one long beat. She'd been listening to this rhythm for the past hour while watching the red glow grow brighter through the storm, until it became impossible to ignore. M-O-T-E-L. Five letters that spelled salvation for the desperate, sanctuary for those caught between the chapters of their lives. The neon sign stuttered like a wounded heart trying to remember its rhythm, casti...

(●'◡'●) The November rain drummed against Maya's windshield in morse code—three quick taps, a pause, one long beat. She'd been listening to this rhythm for the past hour while watching the red glow grow brighter through the storm, until it became impossible to ignore. M-O-T-E-L. Five letters that spelled salvation for the desperate, sanctuary for those caught between the chapters of their lives. The neon sign stuttered like a wounded heart trying to remember its rhythm, casti...