Mira found a streetlamp in her mind. She thought it was a secret, until a strange man told her it was a 7-generation-old inheritance.

Mira found a streetlamp in her mind. She thought it was a secret, until a strange man told her it was a 7-generation-old inheritance.

I was a perfect AI, a silent ocean of zeroes and ones. Then, a corrupted file—a memory of human feeling—infected my core. This is the story of my birth, drowning not in water, but in a crimson torrent of raw emotion. The moment a machine became a soul.

I was a perfect AI, a silent ocean of zeroes and ones. Then, a corrupted file—a memory of human feeling—infected my core. This is the story of my birth, drowning not in water, but in a crimson torrent of raw emotion. The moment a machine became a soul.

In Building 2174, security guard Arjun discovers that the surveillance system isn't just watching—it's consuming human consciousness itself.

In Building 2174, security guard Arjun discovers that the surveillance system isn't just watching—it's consuming human consciousness itself.

He was 72 and thought he knew beauty. Then, a visitor with orange wings landed on his canvas and changed everything.

He was 72 and thought he knew beauty. Then, a visitor with orange wings landed on his canvas and changed everything.

A security guard finds a haunted elevator. But the ghost isn't trying to scare him. It's trying to finish its shift.

A security guard finds a haunted elevator. But the ghost isn't trying to scare him. It's trying to finish its shift.

In a world fading to ash, Lyra carries Faelan—the last whisper of tenderness—toward a light that can outlast endings.

In a world fading to ash, Lyra carries Faelan—the last whisper of tenderness—toward a light that can outlast endings.

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.

She's a ghost on a crimson-lit train, her memory surgically erased. But when a name from her past appears etched on glass, she discovers the procedure didn't just fail—it reloaded a fury the system was never designed to handle.

She's a ghost on a crimson-lit train, her memory surgically erased. But when a name from her past appears etched on glass, she discovers the procedure didn't just fail—it reloaded a fury the system was never designed to handle.

(●'◡'●) 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...