Some stories are built to entertain.

This one is built to echo.

Not through noise, but through the stillness it leaves behind.

Each line is a step into a world you’ve almost dreamed before,

where feeling comes before explanation,

and images arrive fully formed, like memory from a place you’ve never been.

This isn’t written to impress.

It’s written to resonate — with the part of you that listens before it thinks.

You won’t be told what to feel.

But something in you might stir.

And if it does, let it.

That’s the whole point.