"You were chosen because you have nothing left to lose," the voice vibrated through the floorboards now, shaking Wes to his marrow. "To save everything, you must give the one thing you’ve been trying to throw away. Your soul isn't just yours anymore, Wes. It’s a key."
The voice was deep, resonant, and impossibly calm. It came from the only occupied stall—one covered in strange, pulsing graffiti that seemed to shift when Wes blinked. Glorious(2022)
Through a small hole in the partition, Wes saw not a man, but an eye—vast, ancient, and filled with a terrifying, beautiful intelligence. He realized then that he wasn't just in a bathroom; he was in a waiting room for the end of time. "Step closer, Wes," the God whispered. "Be glorious." "You were chosen because you have nothing left
The air in the rest stop bathroom tasted like copper and old bleach. Wes slumped against the grout-stained wall, his eyes stinging from a night spent drinking away the memory of a woman who wasn't coming back. He just wanted to wash his face and disappear into the asphalt of the highway. "A little early for a breakdown, isn't it?" It’s a key