Hollow Hours

At 3:17 a.m., the world stops — but you don’t. Everyone in your town freezes mid-step, mid-breath, mid-sentence, as if the universe hit pause. At first, it’s just you wandering silent streets under a too-bright moon. But then you see them — strangers moving through the stillness, searching for something with a patience that feels older than time. They call this moment the Hollow Hours. And tonight, they notice you. *Auto Cards enabled from LewdLeah!*