𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞

no one lives here anymore, not really. a shell of a presence, slowly dissolving into memory. built to feel like home, but too porous to hold anyone. it held names once, now only echoes remain. this is where identity used to rest-until even the walls forgot.

BE, July, 2025 Procreate & Photoshop, 2000x3000px