The Geography of Trust

I stood on the edge of everything I knew, staring into the great unknown.

My hands were tight, clutching a past that was already slipping away.

Worn soles on a road that felt like it was leading nowhere. The plans I

made, the maps I drew... they were just paper in the

wind. Every direction failed, every signal died, dissolving into the static of fear.

Then, I stopped fighting. I let the weight of the struggle finally fall.

I fell into the silence, and found that the void was actually a hand.

In the rooms where I waited, in the moments I felt most forgotten...