Elliot, an artist, dreams of a bizarre device—the Chronovox—and soaring without wings through strange realms. One day, the Chronovox appears, pulling them into the Labyrinthine Veil, a multiverse of melting cities and glass deserts. There, Elliot flies freely, wielding the device to bend time and space. As a Dreamweaver, they must fix the unraveling Veil, pursued by faceless Hollow Ones. Reality frays—streets loop, voices echo. Elliot faces a choice: mend the Veil or let dream and reality merge forever.
Dreams have been my shadow my whole life—wild, jagged things that don’t sit still. As a kid, I’d wake up choking on waves I couldn’t outrun.
This book isn’t just a story—it’s those nights spilled onto the page. Elliot’s journey is mine, in a way, but it’s yours too if you’ve ever woken up wondering where your mind’s been. Don’t expect tidy answers; dreams don’t work that way. Expect the weird, the raw, the stuff that sticks. I wrote The Threads of the Unseen to chase that hum, to see where it leads. Hope you’ll come along.
Dreams have been my shadow my whole life—wild, jagged things that don’t sit still. As a kid, I’d wake up choking on waves I couldn’t outrun.
This book isn’t just a story—it’s those nights spilled onto the page. Elliot’s journey is mine, in a way, but it’s yours too ...
