The Night No One Walks Alone

On the rare night of the Silver Veil Moon, when the full moon burns brighter than it should and the world holds its breath in unnatural silence, Britain becomes a stage for something old and watchful. Shadows stretch too far. Reflections hesitate before following. And those who walk under the moon’s raw, unfiltered light may feel the quiet dread of being observed by a version of themselves that should not exist. Tonight, the veil thins… and the doubles walk.