Pandora's Ink Digital Magazine

Written by Anna Kung from Phillips Academy-Andover, Massachusetts, USA A silent river, ever wide, that carries all who step inside. Moments drift like fallen leaves, caught in winds that no one sees. It doesn’t pause; it doesn’t wait, for love or loss, for joy or fate. It heals, it steals, it fades, it grows: this mystery nobody knows. In childhood's laugh, in an elder's sigh, it whispers softly as years go by. It teaches gently, sometimes rough, that now is fleeting—never e

Artwork by Felix Mao from New York, USA Artwork by Felix Mao from New York, USA

Written by Yusra Ali from London, United Kingdom Life. Death. The smallest space and the largest expanse of sand. Impermeable rubble- its shattered edges in my hand. Leaking and flowing the smallest space to do nothing. Loneliness, Selfishness, in the pursuit of longevity. Last Tuesday’s orange with a mix of green American Chai- the tea of soulless glass on the other side of the phone, screaming alone, alone alone. A bright orange dot meandering with nowhere to go.

Written by Hannah Xu from Massachusetts, USA Time has no spine here. It slumps, exhausted, spilling itself across bone and branch, its face drooping under the weight of remembrance. These clocks — they are not keepers of time, but witnesses to decay, to the quiet betrayal of routine and consistency. A tree grows from stone but bears no leaves, only the ghost of cycles that once made sense. In the corner, a face — if it is a face — sleeps without sleeping, its features slippin