Rishles Stories

In hollow creek, silence is never empty-it's alive. The town is a place where people survive, not cherish, built on whispers of a chapel that has long been abandoned but never truly left behind.

They say, "Time won't fly, it's like i'm paralyzed by it i'd like to be my old self again but i'm still trying to find it". In the silence of my heart, I hear your voice, a whisper of memories, a reminder of the love we shared, and the ache of losing you. The heart remembers what the mind forgets, and mine remembers you, every beat, every ache, every tear.