Noaptea-n Care Rau M-am Imbatat [BEST]

It started with a single glass of pălincă that tasted like lightning and ended with me trying to explain the concept of democracy to a stray cat in an alleyway behind the Old Town. By midnight, the world had lost its sharp edges. The cobblestones felt like soft sponges, and every streetlamp was a miniature sun pulsing in time with the bass from a nearby club.

The next morning, the hangover felt like a construction crew was operating inside my skull. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the brass key. It belonged to my grandfather’s old sea chest—the one I’d lost the key to ten years ago and had never been able to open. NOAPTEA-N CARE RAU M-AM IMBATAT

The "wrecking" part happened when I decided the fountain in the central square was actually a portal to a better dimension. I stepped in, shoes and all. The water was freezing, shocking my brain back into a semblance of reality, but only for a second. As I climbed out, dripping and shivering, I realized I was holding a brass key. It started with a single glass of pălincă

I didn't recognize the key. I didn't know where it came from. But as I stumbled toward my apartment, the "time traveler's" words rang in my ears. The next morning, the hangover felt like a

I still don't know how it got into that fountain, or who that man was. All I know is that some nights are meant for losing your mind just so you can find something you didn't know you were missing.