Day 4 : The Spark Behind the Silence

13.11.2025 Thursday 🔆

After the incident yesterday, I felt something unexplainable inside me — a spark that wouldn’t fade. I went back to the same place, the same silence, the same air that carried an invisible tension. This time, I looked at everything differently. The reflection on the floor, the faint echo of footsteps, the feeling of being unseen yet deeply aware… it was strange, but somehow beautiful. That moment opened a hidden door in me — not about what I saw, but what I felt. I didn’t know it then, but that was the first time I started to see the world as a story waiting to be told. Maybe that’s how my journey as a creator truly began.

That night, I couldn’t sleep. My mind kept replaying every detail, every feeling. It wasn’t about the place anymore — it was about the story behind it, the emotions, the hidden connections between strangers. So I started to write. Just a few lines at first, raw and unfiltered. I didn’t expect anyone to read them, but somehow people did. They felt the same curiosity, the same unspoken emotions. That was when I realised — maybe my words could turn ordinary moments into something unforgettable. Maybe this was how my story begins.