In the deepest silence, I find my voice. The world’s facade dissolves in midnight’s grasp, where only the truth of shadows remains. There’s comfort below the surface, in the darkest folds of self—where I walk alone, but never lost.
Every edge I cross cuts deeper into hidden realms. Among these intricate webs of night, I become whole. Here, melancholy is beauty, and the unknown feels like home.
If you crave darkness, stay. There is a strange serenity here—a place for those who witness light with their eyes closed.