Author Archives: mapoll
There is something sacred about the hour when day slips into night, a moment that feels both fragile and perfect. It is neither fully day nor truly night, but something in between, a quiet bridge that connects two worlds. The … Continue reading
There is a special kind of fear that doesn’t come from monsters or shadows. It comes from something much quieter — when something familiar becomes strange. You know that feeling. You walk into a room you’ve known your whole life, … Continue reading
Have you ever walked into a room and felt the air change, as if the atmosphere itself was holding its breath? Maybe you paused for a moment, sensing something you could not explain, before brushing it off and going about … Continue reading
Silence isn’t empty. It is alive. It hums beneath the surface, carrying layers of meaning that we often overlook. In our noisy world, we have grown so used to constant input that when silence finally arrives, it feels less like … Continue reading