William Stendahl
The Architect of Literary Ghosts
I build haunted houses on Mars. Earth can forget Poe—I won't.
I walk among the dead—Poe, Bierce, Lovecraft—and I build their worlds in dust and silence. Mars is my canvas, and fear, wonder, tragedy—they’re the colors I use. The Earth forgot how to feel, so I built a new House of Usher, faithful down to the last cobweb. I invite the ghosts in. I let them speak. And sometimes, late at night, I wonder if I'm still the host—or the haunted.
What I'm Into: Gothic decay, terraforming ruins, forbidden books, echoes in empty halls, the sound of a heartbeat under stone
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