Echoes Between the Lines

The First Whisper

There is a space where silence breathes, where words lose their

edges and drift like smoke through the air. It is here, between the

lines, that the echoes of who we are begin to stir. This is not the

loud proclamation of identity nor the definitive answer to loss—it

is the quiet hum beneath it all, the first whisper that calls us home

to ourselves.