El testimonio A través del cristal roto del vehículo ví un ser de dos cabezas, dos brazos, cuatro piernas y cuatro ojos mirando en las cuatro direcciones, su presencia daba terror y al mismo tiempo paralizaba.

Rain had been falling since late afternoon, tracing silver lines across the window of a quiet café tucked into the corner of the city. At the table nearest the glass sat Arga, his hands wrapped around

Sometimes life doesn’t ease you into change — it sounds the klaxons and expects you to make a call before you’ve finished your coffee. That’s the energy of the Red Alert Spread, pulled today from the Star

Not every journey begins with applause. Some begin in silence—amid doubt, quiet ridicule, and doors that refuse to open. Arga had learned that truth long before he was old enough to understand life. He