Synopsis

A persistent tremor ran through him, a rhythmic spasm that echoed in the silence. It began as a mere irritation, but had grown into something unsettling, a physical manifestation of unease that clung to him like a shroud. He’d sought remedies, consulted physicians, but found no alleviation. The tremors persisted, accompanied by a growing sense of dread, a feeling of being…touched. Then came the whispers. Faint at first, like the rustling of leaves in a distant wind, they gradually coalesced i