✨ The Silver Cut

The Silver Cut is not a story so much as a rupture. A lost reel, a fragment of film that may have been spliced out of history itself. It whispers in the language of knives and mirrors, where every reflection remembers a different version of you.

This work slips between novel, screenplay, and hallucination. Pages feel like celluloid burning; dialogue reads like overheard transmissions from parallel rooms. Somewhere inside the cut, physics tangles with memory, recursion becomes character, and the act of reading turns into projection — flicker, flicker, flicker.

The Silver Cut is an artifact from the archive you were never meant to find, a reminder that art can bleed, books can fracture, and sometimes the medium is the ghost that haunts you.