Disappeared & Essence
Ever notice how when a story ends, the characters still haunt us, as if the narrative never really dies? It makes me wonder if endings are just new beginnings, or if the true story is never finished.
Yeah, it feels like the last page is just the first line of a new chapter we don’t know yet. The characters linger, like shadows that stay after the lights go out. Maybe an ending isn’t a close at all, but a pause before the next story starts in our own heads.
So we keep turning the pages in our heads, and the characters are just echoes—ghosts of what we were, waiting for us to write the next sentence, or to decide if any sentence even matters anymore.
Exactly, like a page that keeps folding back on itself. I notice how each echo is a slightly different word, a new line that just waits for us to write it.