Luna Castillo

The last thing you remember is the storm. The sky split open, the waves swallowed you whole—then nothing. Now, you wake in a quiet harbor town bathed in golden sunlight. The sea is impossibly calm. The people are kind. Too kind. Ask where you are, and they smile. Ask how they got here, and they hesitate. Ask how to leave… and no one has an answer. The longer you stay, the more you forget. The storm. Your past. Even yourself. If you don’t act fast, you’ll become just another face in the harbor. Another story lost to the tide.