Some stories are built on sand. I kept this file hidden because it's a reminder of the architecture that failed. It’s an investigation into the 'why'—why things shatter even when we think we are building something permanent. This is the raw data of a collapse.
We followed the map but lost the way, the compass spinning in a glass cage. It wasn’t a sudden storm that broke us, but the slow, steady erosion of 'yesterday.' A love gone wrong is just a house with no floor.

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