"Silence is never empty. It presses against my ribs, whispers where no one should. I thought I was alone in my head—until the echoes began answering back. Every thought I bury claws its way out at night, multiplying, breathing through the cracks of my mind. Sometimes I think I’m the one watching the world. Other times… I know it’s watching me. They linger in mirrors, in the pause between heartbeats, in the silence after laughter dies. Call them memories, call them ghosts—names don’t matter. What matters is this: once they find you, there is no escape." ~ 𝑬𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒂 𝑴𝒂𝒛𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒎.