Stories do not end when the last page is turned. They breathe in the silence that follows, in the memory of a line that lingers, in the image of a character who refuses to leave your thoughts. This book has closed, yet the echoes remain. They move with you into your own nights, into your own quiet hours, into the private landscapes of your imagination where the story continues to take shape in ways even I cannot control.
Perhaps you found yourself in the shadows of Divine, or perhaps you questioned the motives of Xavier. Perhaps you felt the haunting presence of Maverick or the loyalty and fear that shaped Sid. Perhaps you were drawn to the voices of Stacy and Marisse as they carried their own hidden truths. Whoever stayed with you, they now belong to your memory, and it is in memory that stories become real.
What you have just read is not a conclusion but an opening. The characters are still alive, waiting in the corridors of imagination, whispering to be heard again. Their choices remain suspended in the mind of every reader, their fate unfolding in ways that are never final. For stories that dwell in shadow are not meant to be resolved in neat endings. They are meant to continue in the dark corners of thought, in the questions that keep you awake, and in the emotions that return when you least expect them.
I invite you to walk with me further. Beyond this book lies another, and beyond that, more still. Each tale is a door that leads to another room, each chapter a candle that lights a different passage. The labyrinth is vast, and what you have seen so far is only a glimpse of its many paths. If you dare to continue, if you allow curiosity to lead you, there are more stories waiting to be told, stories that will disturb and comfort, unsettle and inspire, stories that will remind you that to read is to risk being changed.
This epilogue is not farewell. It is an invitation. To witness more, to wander deeper, to keep your eyes open to the strange beauty that lies within nightmare and memory. What comes next may challenge you, but it will also reward you, because to read is to grow, and to grow is to face even the shadows that frighten us.
So take a breath, close this book gently, and hold it in your hands as a reminder that you are now part of something larger than paper and ink. You are part of a journey that connects author and reader, imagination and reality, silence and voice. This connection will continue as long as you choose to open the next page, the next story, the next dream.
I welcome you to stay with me, to wait for what is to come, to keep your courage alive as you prepare for the continuation of tales that blur the line between fear and desire, between destruction and rebirth, between nightmare and salvation.
The shadows have only begun to speak. The story has only begun to unfold. Come closer. Turn the page when the next one arrives. Witness what lies ahead.
and then Add to home screen.