A Midnight Whisper, Forged in Gold Right, so picture this, if you will: a chilly, misty morning, the kind where the fog hangs low and everything feels a bit hushed, a touch mysterious. I was having my usual cuppa, contemplating the quiet beauty outside, when it hit me. Not a sudden clap of thunder, mind, but more like a gentle, insistent whisper, a shadow playing on the edges of the light. It made me think about how some of the most striking things in life aren’t about blinding brilliance but ab...
