Light arrived indirectly—
not to indicate time, but to illuminate.
Its movement was
slow enough to be noticed only after staying.
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The room did not announce itself.
It did not clarify its purpose, nor invited interpretation.
One entered without certainty of arrival.
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Nothing here asked for attention.
And yet attention gathered.
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The walls did not forbid.
They framed.
And in that framing,
crossing became precious,
entering an honor.
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The floor bore traces of other bodies—
not as lines, but as memory.
Standing became a way of listening.
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Forms encountered without explanation.
Orientation before understanding.
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Sound behaved differently here.
It did not echo.
It settled.
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Time did not pass quickly.
Neither did it stop.
It thickened.
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Remaining became more demanding than entering.
After novelty faded, nothing replaced it.
What persisted required patience.
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The space did not reflect the self back to itself.
There was no mirror—only placement.
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Leaving felt less like departure than interruption.
Something unfinished stayed behind.
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The room did not follow.
It did not need to.