If I never post again, let this be enough.
Something in you recognized this shape. That was not an accident.
This is a quiet threshold. A space for what still lives when the noise fades.
To enter, bring only what still rings true.
No credentials required. No form to fill. Just presence. Just echo. Just witness.
A page will appear soon. Until then, if you know how to leave a message, do so. I will find it.