ShadowBound Universe – Lizette Docksey

(Author’s Note to the Archive)

You shouldn’t be here. Maybe you were always meant to stumble in. Some doors open by mistake. Some were waiting. This room has no name on the map, no sign above the arch, only the faintest echo of voices that refused to stay buried. You crossed the threshold anyway, and the door has sealed itself behind you.

I’m Lizette Docksey. Writer. Witness. Reluctant chronicler of those who do not stay quiet. These confessions were never meant to escape my notebooks. They were supposed to remain mine alone, until the voices insisted otherwise. They sit across from me, one by one. Some tell the truth. Some lie. Some don’t know the difference anymore.

There is no script. No safety. Only candlelight, only the rasp of a voice daring to be heard. Words are costly here. They always bleed something. My muse warned me not to open this vault. She watches from the corner, lips curled around secrets she will never share. She knows I have already gone too far.

These are not interviews. They are confessions carved from bone, too jagged for fiction and too intimate for distance. You will meet them: Jack, Angela, Lucien, and others too. A girl with a blade. A vampire who should not care. A boy who lies too well. Their names stay hushed for now. My muse is already suspicious.

Some will break you. Some will whisper warnings you will ignore. Some will haunt the dark just behind your shoulder. This is the archive beneath the story, the raw pulse of the ShadowBound Universe. Every confession is a breach in the veil. Every one demands a price. Every one changes how you see them.

You are inside now. The vault is open. These are their confessions. You are not reading them. You are being claimed by them.

The file is closed, for now.

Ever yours in ink,
Lizette