Rory collected wallpapers the way some people collected stamps—careful, quiet, and a little reverent. His phone's gallery had once been a scatter of random photos; over the years it had become a curated archive of forty images, each an invitation to open the screen and step into another world. He called them his Forty Nights, because he liked the idea that each image could hold the silence and possibility of nightfall, even if the picture itself was dawn or a sunlit forest.