The Minimalist Narrative of Being

In the beginning, there is only space. A simple presence, standing tall in

the silence. Nothing to prove, nothing to gain. Just existence in its purest,

most honest form. But the world begins to stir. Noise grows, shadows lengthen,

and the quiet starts to fade. We find ourselves moving with caution as the chaos

around us slowly begins to accelerate. Slowly, we shrink. We lower our

heads, hoping the environment won't notice our internal light. The world takes

over, a heavy weight of expectations pushing us further into the background.

Fading into the shadows, we become almost invisible, a small speck