Somewhere beneath the noise of the world, I found a silence that felt almost unreal. I sank into it, leaving behind everything I couldn’t change, every thought that had grown too heavy to carry. And there, where the world above could no longer reach me, I began to paint a different reality. One made of colors that had no names, light that came from nowhere, and a strange kind of peace I had almost forgotten. For a moment, time lost its meaning. Nothing was expected of me. Nothing needed to be fixed. I was simply there, floating between a dream and a place that perhaps never existed. The chaos was still waiting somewhere above the surface. But down there, in the beautiful silence of my imaginary world, even my fears forgot how to find me.