Four voices. One churchyard. A single story told through overlapping lives.
Each visitor chooses a path. Each path traces a different route across the graveyard and centres a different figure. The paths intersect, diverge, and resolve around the grave at the heart of it all.
Mary
Widow at twenty-four. Author of Frankenstein at eighteen. Her path walks her grief, her authorship, and the creation that refuses to stay on the page.
Byron
Poet, aristocrat, scandal. The man who proposed the ghost story contest at Villa Diodati, from which Frankenstein was born. His path traces the cost of charisma.
Keats
Dead at twenty-five beneath a stone that names no one. His path walks the letters to Fanny Brawne, the odes he did write, and the work he did not get to finish.
The Ghost of
Percy Shelley
Drowned at twenty-nine. His body burned on an Italian beach. Only his heart came out of the fire, wrapped in silk, returned to Mary. His path is the search for that heart.
