No one has a face. No one has a name.

In a place that could be anywhere, something happens that should not happen.

Rules bend, time shatters, and what once felt real begins to dissolve.

A voice tells the story, but does not explain. It watches, but does not judge.

The reader is invited to enter— not to understand, but to feel.

A short novel, sharp as glass, leaving invisible wounds.

For those who love the silence that lingers after the last page.