carnation

In the midst of the eerie silence, a soft whisper gently echoed through the hollow halls of Wuthering Heights. The phantom visitor, she left no footprints in the snow, nor did her presence stir the sleeping souls within. This was Catherine, bound to the land by her unwavering love for her soulmate Heathcliff. More than death, it was the treacherous love that kept her spirit trapped within those stone walls.

Jonas, deeply absorbed in his training as the community’s new Receiver of Memory, was increasingly aware of the sameness and monotony of his world. It wasn't just the absence of strong emotions or variety; it was the lack of color. Except for the brief, confusing time when he had seen red in the apple, life was simply black, white, and grey.