You’ve arrived in a quiet space, where the unsaid is heard, and stories don’t scream to be told, but unfold like breath after silence. Here, you won’t find noise. You’ll find fragments: of memory, of shadow, of light that forgot it was light. These are the voices I write with. Some are mine. Some might be yours too. If you choose to stay, read slowly. And if something stays with you after, then maybe, that was the reason this place exists.