Verse of the Unspoken

Previously

…The pulse in the wall seemed to synchronize with the rapid beating of my heart. It was no longer just a sound; it was a question, urging me to look beyond the veil, to question the narrative I had been fed since birth. The comfort of my predictable world was dissolving, replaced by a disquieting awareness. The truth, I was beginning to understand, was not found in the absence of noise, but in the resonance of what lay beneath. The silence was not a sanctuary; it was a prison, and the walls were thinning. The Unseen was not a myth for children; it was a reality waiting to be acknowledged, and its insistent rhythm was a call to a truth I could no longer ignore.