Every moment has been recorded since 024·09·06
024·09·06 20:00:00 - 025·08·19 16:41:27
The map dissolves
before you read it,
yet the trace remains.
A seam unravels
not to reveal,
but to withhold.
Every measure claims to know your weight,
yet the scale bends toward silence.
Time folds.
Leaks.
Waits.
You carry a name not yours,
still it answers when called.
Nothing is asked of you here.
You stand in the interval—
where meaning arrives uninvited,
where recognition slips in like a shadow:
familiar, unnamed, undeniable.