Author: Annika Falck | Date: 4 October
There are gold veins in the earth here—thin, like capillaries. When dug, they bleed vapor. And music.
They hum the tune from that cursed song Lukas sang before he disappeared. My son hums it now. Even though he was born mute.
Last night I saw the Maiden. She held a child who didn’t blink. She placed him in the soil, gently. Then whispered, “Why won’t he love me back?”
I tried to scream, but my lungs exhaled ash.