Between silence and movement lies a fragile boundary where stories dwell. They do not arrive with a fanfare of plot or the thunder of a grand narrative, but rather unfold in quiet rooms, along deserted roads, and beneath skies heavy with unspoken histories. They are fragments of lives lived in waiting, in watching, in fractured moments where the past and future meet in a single, held breath. This collection does not offer answers, but rather the spaces where questions live-the shadows cast by memory and the weight of what is unseen.
To read these stories is to step into that delicate tension, that profound and personal place between the silence and the step, the known and the unknown.
Between silence and movement lies a fragile boundary where stories dwell. They do not arrive with a fanfare of plot or the thunder of a grand narrative, but rather unfold in quiet rooms, along deserted roads, and beneath skies heavy with unspoken histories. They are fragments of lives lived in waiting, in watching, in fractured moments where the past and future meet in a single, held breath. This collection does not offer answers, but rather the spaces where questions live-the shadows cast by memory and the weight of what is unseen.
To read these stories is to step into that delicate tension, that profound and personal place between the silence and the step, the known and the unknown.