Between the flickers, what hides? In the shadows there lurks a secret society in the early morning hours. In the shadows there is an alter ego longing to be free. In the shadows lies some forgotten novel. Some masterpiece from another time. In the shadows there lies a secret. In the shadows there lies a thin sliver of beauty, the kind that exists between the day and night. When the sun is waning and the night is creeping and the moon is flickering beneath the clouds. There lies a romantic beauty in the hidden, in the unseen, in the half-baked, in the in-between. In the flickers there lies the morally gray, the abstract and untold.

In this issue, we aren’t seeking simple stories. We want what’s felt behind the cracks. The stories with edge, the stories with atmosphere, the stories that ooze. The stories that initiate you as a member, the stories that hand you a magnifying glass and urge you to write notes, the stories that unsettle you. Dark academia driven to its core. The madness and the intellect, the morally gray and the unsettling. Give it to us all and scatter in your writing the quill pens, the candles, the rituals, the rites for stormy weather, the tweed coats and ties.