The Scent of Poetry
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Epilogue
Foreword
There are stories that happen in cities, in crowded cafés, in hospital hallways. Stories that slip between stoplights and steam from manholes. And then there are the stories that happen in the spaces between all that. The ones we don’t always notice, but somehow feel.
This is about those stories. About the people who don’t quite belong where they are. Not because they’re broken, but because the world around them never learned how to hold them.
You won’t find grand battles here, or ancient prophecies. No chosen ones. No monsters under beds. Only the quiet weight of being misunderstood. Only people trying to survive the ache of being different in a system designed for sameness.
These are stories of “transfers.” Souls misplaced by the machinery of the cosmos, rerouted to worlds that might finally make sense. At least, that’s what they’re told. But even the divine make mistakes.
And sometimes the ones sent to carry out the plan start to question it.
The In-Between is about seeing without being seen. About regret, loneliness, and the strange beauty of people who refuse to flatten themselves into the shape the world expects.
You’re invited to step into that space.
Between worlds. Between selves.
Maybe even between truths.