Surrelics: The Hum of the Horizon

It feels like standing at the edge of existence—where time blurs and thoughts no longer belong to you.

The weight is not in the body but in the air, thick with questions that echo without asking.

There’s a softness in the surrender, a numb kind of ache. Not sadness, not fear—just the quiet realization that you’ve drifted too far to remember where the shore once was.