Ripples in the Quiet
A lantern drifting through stillness, waiting for someone to notice.
A quiet corner for things that don’t quite add up but refuse to disappear.
This place doesn’t promise explanations. It’s just a small waypoint for songs, images, and passing thoughts that didn’t feel like staying anywhere else.
A lantern drifting through stillness, waiting for someone to notice.
A small break from being reasonable, responsible, and endlessly available.
Two voices tracing the outline of the same feeling from opposite sides.
Quiet restarts, small loops of leaving and returning.
A set of numbers for breathing a little slower.