Synopsis

The chipped mug trembled in her hand. He stood there, bathed in the kitchen's fluorescent glow, impossibly real. A creature of myth, a being from another world, yet undeniably present. She blinked, rubbed her eyes, but he remained – a furry silhouette against the linoleum, a bewildered expression on his face. It had to be a trick of the light, a phantom born of exhaustion and too much coffee. But the scent of ozone, faint yet distinct, clung to the air, and the impossible sight solidified i