“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
“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
