Some words were never meant to be spoken. Some letters were written but never sent, folded away in the quiet corners of time. Still, they linger. In the hush before dawn, in the spaces between footsteps, in the salt-laced wind that moves through empty rooms. This book is not a collection of answers, nor a search for closure. It is a meditation on what remains-on the echoes of voices we can no longer hear, on the weight of things left behind, on the way absence shapes us as much as presence does.