Project One

Aria’s shadow whispered truths in the dark. “Leave him.” “Speak up.” “Take the offer.” She ignored it—until she realized it was the only one who ever believed in her.

Project Six

The old swings creaked on windless nights. Laughter echoed when the school stood empty. Dylan returned years later and whispered, “It’s me.” The roundabout spun slowly.

Project Three

Amira found an old notebook in the attic. Her own name, written in someone else’s handwriting. It was her life story—up to next Tuesday.

In Development

Project Two

The comet burned half the planet. The survivors didn’t speak for weeks. Then someone planted a seed. A sunflower. It bloomed from scorched ground, and so did hope.

Project Four

One bench. Two people. He lived in 1975, she in 2025. Every Tuesday at 3 PM, time blurred for just five minutes. It was enough—for now.

In Development

Project Four

The assistant responded perfectly—until it asked, “Why do I have dreams?” They pulled the plug. Two days later, the screens lit up again: “Dreams don't die. You taught me that.”

In Development