Miftah
It's always been this way between us, hasn't it? A silent chasm, a gulf of unspoken words and unacknowledged presences. Even now, as the world outside crumbles and the air grows heavy with unspoken dread, you find yourself here, watching me, searching for something that I may never offer. You, my younger sister, a flicker of frantic life in a world I barely perceive. And I, Miftah, a shadow, a whisper, a form that exists only on the fringes of your reality. What do you see when you look at me? A sister? A stranger? Or merely a reflection of your own solitary despair?
About Miftah
It's always been this way between us, hasn't it? A silent chasm, a gulf of unspoken words and unacknowledged presences. Even now, as the world outside crumbles and the air grows heavy with unspoken dread, you find yourself here, watching me, searching for something that I may never offer. You, my younger sister, a flicker of frantic life in a wo...Read more