l’edizione 10. surreal this is where i go when the world gets too loud. it’s not just a place—it’s a feeling, a breath i can finally take. the light here doesn’t just fall; it moves, it listens. the reflections shift like they’re alive, like they’re holding pieces of me i’ve left behind. it’s quiet, but not empty. it’s full of something i can’t name, something that feels like home but also like a secret i’m still learning to understand. this spot has seen me at my best and my worst. it doesn’t judge, doesn’t ask for anything. it just is. and when i’m here, i feel like i can just be too. it’s sacred to me and it feels like it belongs to something bigger, something i can’t quite name.
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this is where i go when the world gets too loud. it’s not just a place—it’s a feeling, a breath i can finally take. the light here doesn’t just fall; it moves, it listens. the reflections shift like they’re alive, like they’re holding pieces of me i’ve left behind. it’s quiet, but not empty. it’s full of something i can’t name, something that feels like home but also like a secret i’m still learning to understand.
this spot has seen me at my best and my worst. it doesn’t judge, doesn’t ask for anything. it just is. and when i’m here, i feel like i can just be too. it’s sacred to me and it feels like it belongs to something bigger, something i can’t quite name.