The Hollow Edge
People often believe their problems are the worst—heavier than anyone else’s. But the truth is, everyone’s carrying something. Some wounds are loud, others stay quiet for years. You never really know what someone is hiding behind their smile.
It’s never about having a perfect life.
It’s about holding yourself together when everything around you begins to fall apart.
I once dreamed of a girl surrounded by chaos. Her world kept shifting—full of fear, silence, and shadows that never left. She looked strong on the outside, calm even. But inside, she was breaking in places no one could see.
She didn’t stop.
Even when she wanted to.
That dream didn’t disappear. It stayed. And slowly, it became something more. A story.
Her story.
She walked into a new beginning—new walls, new people, new chances. But not everything that follows you makes a sound. Some things wait. Hidden. Watching.
They say the past haunts you. But what if something older, deeper, and far more dangerous is waiting at the edges—just out of sight?
Edges that feel hollow. Empty. Fragile.
As if one wrong step could pull her into something she’s not ready to face.
This isn’t just a story about survival.
It’s about the places where reality cracks.
Where silence echoes.
Where the hollow edges begin.
And her story?
It’s only just waking up.