I'm not telling you who I am. I'm just opening a door for you. Not explaining. Just opening a door.

I'm not telling you who I am.

I'm just opening a door for you.

There are places where words stop.

Beyond that, only the threshold remains: a point of

passage, of listening, of waiting.

This space was not created to explain.

It was born to suggest, to evoke, to let you

feel - not that you understand.

No manifesto. No biography.

No strategy.

Tracks only. Footprints left on surfaces

silent.

If you are here, maybe you are looking for something.

Maybe you just crossed a threshold.

Welcome.

This space was not created to explain.

It was born to suggest, to evoke, to let you...

And if you don't understand-it's okay.