Not all dreams vanish with the morning.Some remain — quiet but insistent — lingering at the edges of vision, disguised as memory, disguised as thought.They follow a man through the hum of traffic, the glare of screens, the soft machinery of his own breathing.Stavros had carried one such dream into daylight, and the world around…
Byzantine Stories: The Mosaic of Time (Episode 2)
There are dreams that refuse to fade with daylight.They linger in the corners of vision, disguised as memory, disguised as thought — following a man through the hum of traffic, the glare of screens, the quiet rhythm of his own breathing.Stavros had carried one of those dreams into morning, and the world around him, though…
Byzantine Stories: The Battle of Pliska (Episode 1)
There are dreams that do not belong to sleep.They wait — behind the noise of cities, inside the quiet spaces of memory — until someone like Stavros happens to pass close enough for them to awaken. Stavros and the Night of the Emperor The autumn air in Astoria carried a scent of roasted coffee and…