“Rays of sunlight danced across the motionless silverware. Solitude. Beautiful solitude. So beautiful he couldn’t stand it anymore, not when his existence was so fast approaching its end. The intricate silences he’d thrived upon would no longer suffice to console… — Z.K. Kostka Copy Share Image
“No past, no present, no future. Only a continuum of existence—life contained in a moment’s edge. Equilibrium. It was supposed to feel exhilarating…but instead… — Z.K. Kostka Copy Share Image
“Listen, death happens to everybody,” he said after a moment’s hesitation, typically direct and pragmatic. “You’re not the first person who ever died, and… — Z.K. Kostka Copy Share Image
“Rays of sunlight danced across the motionless silverware. Solitude. Beautiful solitude. So beautiful he couldn’t stand it anymore, not when his existence was so… — Z.K. Kostka Copy Share Image
“This man—this impeccable, mortal creature. A figurine on the stage of life, outwardly flawless yet perfectly destructible. What hidden forces animated this walking contradiction?” — Z.K. Kostka Copy Share Image
