Oct 22, 2025
I move quietly, like smoke curling through an empty room. I notice things most people don’t, and I forget things most people will never know.
I don’t chase attention. It finds me anyway. I leave traces — a shadow on a wall, a laugh that lingers, a glance that shouldn’t have been held too long.
People often think they understand me. They don’t. Some try to hold onto me. They fail.
Here, in this corner of the world, I exist unobserved — free to be sharp, soft, dark, or impossible.
And if you follow, you’ll see only what I allow...
