(Ezra. Delia. The front-row girl with the daisy tattoo. Her father. Herself.)
Because the voice wasn’t a symptom.
Anna Claire was recording vocals for a track called “Mercy.” The producer, a kind older man named Ezra, kept asking for another take. “More vulnerability,” he said. “More light.” Anna Claire Clouds - Dark Side - Part 1-4
She didn’t cry.
At the bottom, carved into the bedrock, was a circle. Not drawn. Grown. As if the stone had wept the shape over centuries. In the center sat a mirror—not glass, but polished obsidian, cracked down the middle. a kind older man named Ezra
Anna Claire looked at the dark tree line. carved into the bedrock