THE LIBRARY OPENS

Kissing Gate doesn’t ask you to choose a favourite story — only to step into one.

Here, memory is the author and skin is the page.

The Library opens:

a row of glass-bound stories — couture in composition, literary in spirit.

Each scent is a study in character —

a moment caught mid-scene,

a whisper turned wearable.

They’re not made to decorate a vanity;

they’re made to alter the air around you.

There are no main characters here —

only plot devices, written in perfume.