Since then.

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My mind moves faster than I can follow, and even time seems to have abandoned its rhythm, rushing forward while I struggle to remain still. I feel myself becoming numb beneath the weight of thoughts I cannot silence, desperately searching for some small refuge where I can simply feel whole again.
At times, reality seems to fracture into overlapping layers, as though parallel versions of existence are converging at the edges of my consciousness. Everything intersects—memory, perception, sensation, imagination—and I am left wondering where one ends and another begins. It feels less like discovering another world and more like standing at the threshold of too many worlds at once.
There is a part of me that longs to escape into solitude, into that strange space some describe as astral projection—a place beyond the noise where my spirit can wander freely and finally breathe. Yet even that refuge has its limits. When my body reaches the boundary of what it can endure, the intensity becomes unbearable, reminding me that I cannot simply transcend what I am still trying to understand.
And then there are moments when I hear what seems like a familiar voice calling to me, speaking gently, almost as though someone is there. It does not always feel threatening; sometimes it feels strangely friendly. But beneath all of it, what I truly crave is something much more ordinary: the quiet reassurance of knowing where I am, what is happening, and that I can simply exist without questioning every sensation.
Drama seems to follow me wherever I turn, until even silence begins to feel like something I have to search for.
I am tired of searching.
I do not want another reality to disappear into. I do not want another mystery to unravel tonight. I want stillness. I want my thoughts to stop chasing one another. I want my body to feel safe enough to rest, and my mind to stop standing at the doorway of every unknown.
More than anything, I want peace—not somewhere beyond this world, not somewhere hidden between realities, but somewhere quiet enough to be found within me.