Scripted by Senja Kelapa.
You are not just a name I speak, but the echo that lingers in the quiet between heartbeats. You arrive in fragments—a memory in sunlight, a whisper behind closed eyes, the steadiness I never knew I needed. There is something in your silence that teaches me to listen, in your presence that teaches me to stay. I used to believe I understood constellations, but then you smiled, and I realized I had only ever looked up, never beyond.
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Page III: I Always Wanna Die (Sometimes).
Page IV: I Look in People’s Windows.
You teach through repetition, through loss, through stillness. You ask me to keep going even when I don’t have the map. You are the ache behind every goodbye and the thrill of every first hello. I don’t always know what you want from me, but still, I walk beside you. Because somehow, even in your mess, you are the only thing that keeps moving forward.
—MMXXV.