They passed by. They saw the light, but not the face. They heard the silence, but not the scream. This is the place where I stayed, unfound, yet fully alive. I was never gone. Just unseen. A shadowed face, the unseen parts of us, emotions buried too deep, truths too quiet. A landscape too alive, wild like life. Teeth clenched, not in anger, but in memory. there’s a tension between expression and silence. And the halo? Not holiness, but a trace of identity, a glow only seen when someone dares to truly look.