Maydin I.

Some voices whisper. Some shout. Mine drifts between the spaces, unseen but felt. I do not write to tell a story. I do not write to be understood. I write to unravel the unseen patterns, to trace the edges of thoughts unspoken. There are no answers here—only questions that refuse to be ignored. No familiar paths—only doors that open to places unknown. Read if you must. Leave if you wish. Either way, the words will remain, waiting. Books by Maydin I. : Fully Random Human Where to Find Me : Between the lines.