🕯️ In this hidden wing of the gallery, you will find no explanations. Only remnants.
Here lie the discarded dreams, the unnamed emotions, and the art that refused to behave. 📜 Letters that were never sent. Faces that never turned around. Moments that existed only between seconds. 🪞 Echoes is not a place—it is a fracture. A soft shattering in the timeline of thought. Each post, each fragment, each misplaced image is part of a larger truth I no longer claim to understand. Walk gently. Look closer.  Behind the beauty, something stirs.