Sofia

The room was quiet—so quiet you could hear the hum of electricity threading through the walls. Then, a faint sound: the rustle of paper, a breath caught between words, a distant laugh leaking in through an open window. It wasn’t loud, but it was alive. And somehow, your ears caught it all, like two silent […]

The room is still. A soft hum from an old ceiling fan stirs the curtains just enough to let the evening light slip through. On the bedside table, a glass of water sits untouched, catching the last glow of the day. Someone breathes slowly, each inhale a little shallower than the last, like waves retreating

The morning air felt unusually heavy. Not because of the weather—but because something inside me felt off. My body wasn’t sick, not exactly. But it wasn’t thriving either. Like a garden left untended, it had grown quiet, dull, and a little wild in the wrong ways. That was the moment I realized something powerful: we