I returned to the street where I had seen the figure with the bronze mask. But the trace was gone, swallowed by the evening mist. The bakery had closed. The glass window looked dull, as if it had never reflected anything at all. I stood there, unsure, until I felt a strange breeze slipping through…
The Forgotten Town I awoke in a field of soft green grass, dew still clinging to the sleeves of my shirt.Around me stretched a quiet meadow that seemed to reach the ends of the horizon. In the distance, a small town emerged — dark tiled rooftops, cobbled streets, and cast-iron lampposts holding unlit oil lanterns…
I don’t remember how long I sat on my son’s bedroom floor, clutching the cold silver pendant in my hand. Time felt like it had slipped out of the world. No car horns, no birds, not even the ticking of the wall clock. Just the sound of my own heavy breathing—and the faint light still…
That afternoon seemed perfectly ordinary. The sky was clear. No rain, no wind. I took my son to the nearby park, where we usually rode our bikes and talked about random things. However, on the way home, Long was oddly quiet. When I asked if he was tired, he just shook his head. But his…
The old attic still smelled of pine wood and damp paper, where memories slumbered quietly within dusty boxes. I gently pushed open the attic door, letting in narrow bands of afternoon light that sliced through the tiny window. Today, I couldn’t sit still. After last night’s bizarre dream and the unusual look in my son’s…
I had no idea how long I’d been walking on the bridge.There was no sun, no clock — only a soft crimson light, like an endless sunset stretched across the sky. Then the ground appeared. The bridge didn’t end — it dissolved, like a silk thread fading into a thick mist. I kept walking, and…
There was no wind—yet I felt like I was drifting. The first step onto the bridge stopped me in my tracks—not out of fear, but because everything around me felt… subtly wrong. No sound.No shadow beneath my feet.No clear sense of gravity, yet I wasn’t floating either.I couldn’t feel the weight of my body or…
“Dad, I saw that red planet again—the one with a crack across its belly. But no one believes me.” I set my book down and turned to the boy curled up on the couch. His wide eyes shimmered with the remnants of a dream too vivid to fade. My son, Hoàng Long, was only six—a…
