In literature, borders are symbolic constructs; they hint at both tangible and intangible thresholds. Ambiguity, a word always lurking in silences, beckons as an invitation too sacred for rigid verbalization. As these delicate fragments drift like leaves in wind, they mold transient messages veiled in rustling mysteries. These rites of passage narrate the displacement of the self encountering passersby in unfamiliar landscapes swept vibrantly.