The High Altitude Surrender
I stood at the precipice where the city's frantic pulse
Black Swan
The Weight of Silver and Skin
He found me amidst the wreckage, a ghost haunting the edges of
The Weight of Silk and Shadows
He found me amidst the ruins of old cities, a collector of
The Weight of Silent Agreements
He found me here, amongst the silent witnesses of forgotten tales. A
Velvet Bloom
The rain had been relentless, a city weeping its way through another
The Weight of Lilac
The rain outside was a relentless percussion against the windowpane, mirroring the
The Weight of Sunlight
He smelled of rain and ambition. A dangerous combination, I’d initially
Salt & Shadow
The salt spray tasted of forgotten promises. He’d found me amidst
The Amber Bloom
He found me amidst the rain-slicked chrome and neon ghosts of Shibuya.
