The flakes had begun to fall again as Nikolas crested the ridge, melting into his worn parka, a steady white veil swallowing the valley below, making the horizon and the sky blur into an endless sea of white. He tightened the grip on the strap of his backpack and descended, each step crunching faintly beneath his boots, but the sound was swallowed almost immediately, absorbed into the dense, heavy quiet of the snow-covere...

Once, this Space burned bright— a forge of words igniting like molten gold, each post a spark, each reply an igniter binding us in its radiant glow. Now, the embers yield only smoky memories. How we debated, consoled, inspired, woven into priceless ashes. A library with its doors ajar, dust weighing down unread stories, silence pooling in this Space where imagination used to bloom. As I walk through this Space, seeing rel...

The world heavy, a stone on my chest. Each inhale a battle. Each exhale a quiet surrender. Your voice-- a lullaby when shadows loom, a whisper amidst the racket, “It’s alright to fail. Just breathe.” In the still of night darkness swells like an ocean, and I hear your song, a lifeline to my sinking heart. Each note a hand saving me, each word a promise that I am not alone. “It’s alright to fall. Just breathe.” “It will be...