When a journalist is found dead in his house, a lack of sufficient evidence conceals the truth behind a well-planned murder. The cops dismiss it as a burglary attempt gone wrong.
New Name. New Look. New Identity.
It was supposed to be a typical day for the five friends, but they wake up to discover that they are left alone on earth. The world that they knew is gone. All that is left is silence, pervasive, absolute silence.
It won’t happen because the elites of society all have the same problem; they feel entitled to what they have at the expense of others. People think they are special because they get into a position of power... But when you question what they have done with that power, it's never their fault... Society is run by a bunch of narcissists.Society is run by a bunch of narcissists.
The sky opens up... I hear them laugh. They don’t feel the sadness in the air. They don’t feel the danger coming, riding in on the wind.
What lengths will dream weaver Ali be forced to go to, to protect her love when Morpheus goes rogue?
We always have choice, boireannach glic—no destiny is written. We’re all born with gifts; all we can do is harness them, and walk the path that feels the truest. Stay grounded, stay centred.
I must have drifted off at some point though, because my alarm jolted me awake, and I almost wondered if I'd dreamt the whole thing...