This story begins as a quiet ache—soft, persistent, and hard to name. It’s not a puzzle, but a fog you walk through.
This story is for those who’ve felt invisible in crowded rooms, doubted their own memories, or performed survival while dreaming of escape.
The protagonist isn’t a hero. He’s a fracture, a flicker, a breath. His journey isn’t toward resolution, but toward recognition—of beauty in being misunderstood, of power in quiet resistance, of danger in feeling too little and knowing too much.
You won’t find answers here. But maybe you’ll find something else—a feeling, a memory, an echo.
If it stays with you, let it. That’s where the story lives.
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