red: an anthology

In Evergreene, nothing happens all at once.

It starts small.

A light that shouldn't be blinking.
A road that feels longer than it used to.
A name you hear in the wrong place.

Cities burn in the distance and people still walk.
Ridges go quiet and someone still falls in love.
Up in the hills, the fog rolls in like it always has.

We say it's fine.
We say it's weather.
We say it's just how things are now.

But if you've lived here long enough, you start noticing the color.

The red light on a dashboard.
The red in the sky before dawn.
The red you pretend not to see.

These are stories from Evergreene.

Some speak of love.
Some speak of fear.
Some speak of the quiet ways people choose not to turn around.

They all happen here.