Shadows Linger Here
Journal Entry
2:10:59 a.m.
I find myself surrounded by Creatures who share the same Invisible Weight.
Each Night I stumble back — a Traveler of my own Exhaustion and Shadowplay — part of the House, its Invisible Clock.
Odd, though, I tell myself, it all begins to make sense.
The Walls breathe with Secrets whispered on my Sleeplessness — and I, in turn, am beginning to belong to it.
Each Night I stumble back — a Traveler of my own Exhaustion and Shadowplay — part of the House, its Invisible Clock.
Odd, though, I tell myself, it all begins to make sense.
The Walls breathe with Secrets whispered on my Sleeplessness — and I, in turn, am beginning to belong to it.
Here, in the quiet between boot and screen, a watcher chooses to stay —
not shadow, not dream, but something warmer.
Porthos settles where light and thought collide.