Echoes Above

Preface Every town has its rhythms, the small comforts that shape the days into something familiar. Morning coffee steaming in the chill air. A wave from a neighbor as you pass by. Sunday breakfasts at the diner where no one bothers to change the menu. For years, Clara found peace in that rhythm, her life stitched together by routine and quiet service. To heal was her calling, and to heal meant control. But control is fragile. A single breath of wrongness can send cracks through what once felt unshakable. One moment, the sky is an open, endless canvas. The next, it is a ceiling—low, watching, humming with something you cannot name. In the beginning, there is always denial. The strange patterns overhead, the feeling that something vast and unseen has shifted its gaze toward you—these things are easy to dismiss. Yet denial falters when the familiar becomes unrecognizable, when the safe turns hostile, when the world you thought you knew twists itself into something that no longer belongs to you. This is not a story of sudden apocalypse. It is a story of erosion, of lives worn thin beneath the weight of whispers carried on wings. It is about what happens when the places we call home betray us, when survival becomes not just about the body, but about memory, faith, and fear. Echoes Above is a story about family, about resilience, and about what waits above when the sky no longer belongs to us.