Every place holds a memory, and every memory holds a sound. Even when the world dims, the echoes remain. We follow them not with logic, but with feeling — letting silence guide our steps. In this post, we wander through fragments of time that linger in light and shadow, trying to understand what’s left behind when we close our eyes, and listen not with ears, but with heart.
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