Anchor Point

A Space Between

Floating in the dark. A balloon without string.

Whispers of forgotten toys, lost laughter, and echoing shadows.

Splashes of color paint the silence in chaos.

Did you hear that? It was a secret made of silence.
The corner whispers, the walls breathe. Can you feel it?
Beneath the floorboards, a world waits, still and afraid.

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Echoes of Laughter
Shadow Play
Twine of Dreams