Ever notice how some doors are never meant to be opened? They hold stories, yes, but not easy ones. Here, in this space between spaces, we listen to silent screams in the darkness. The kind that doesn’t end up on anyone’s lips, yet they linger, don’t they?
Imagine the corridors that these cries travel through, winding and secretive. Every twist a chapter, every turn a revelation left unspoken. Sounds a bit dramatic, right? But isn’t life just a series of dramatic openings, moments where we hold our breaths and hope?
Sometimes, all it takes is a little light. A flicker that dances just beyond comprehension, waiting for the moment when you dare to follow it. Perhaps, those whispers are just guiding you to where you truly belong.