Some stories aren’t meant to be told only felt. There’s a presence that lingers in the quiet, where shadows stretch just a little too far and silence feels almost alive. You won’t see it coming. You’ll only notice the shift a glance that lasts too long, a voice that feels familiar without a name, a memory that doesn’t belong to you. And once it finds you… you won’t be sure if you’re chasing it or if it’s been waiting for you all along.