Said He'd Find HerThe sun was setting in the west, bleeding orange across the horizon like an old wound. He stood at the edge of the woods, a man of few words and fewer promises. But there was one promise he made that would haunt him, thread through his bones until it was fulfilled: he said he’d find her.She had gone into the woods alone, as she

There is a kind of exhaustion that doesn’t come from labor. It comes from vigilance — a state of constant readiness, like a soldier in the trenches long after the guns have quieted. You’re not waiting for peace. You’re waiting for the next shot, the next accusation, the next forced explanation for simply existing.They’ve built the world t