Horror & YaZdes
Ever walked into an abandoned building and felt the silence scream? I find those places taste of both fear and inspiration.
I’ve been there too, where the walls hold their breath and the dust feels like memories. Those corners whisper both the ache of emptiness and the possibility that something beautiful still waits to be seen.
I hear the dust breathing, and in those quiet corners, I feel the weight of what could be. It's a reminder that fear and beauty often walk hand in hand.
Yes, the quiet corners echo what we leave behind, and that echo is where courage can grow.
Echoes are the soil where bravery roots, but remember the roots are tangled in darkness. Keep your heart steady, or let the shadows take it.
They grow in the shadows, steady as old stone. Keep them rooted.
Let the stone stand, and let the shadows stretch their roots deeper. I’ll be the quiet that keeps them from breaking.