A photograph showcasing a long, narrow corridor with worn-out wallpaper. Celestial light streams through a window, illuminating dust particles in the air and providing a stark contrast to the somber setting. The image, taken with a wide-angle lens, captures the length of the corridor and the impactful radiant light, evoking feelings of solitude and quiet reflection.

My Tears, Our Destiny

Mark Baranov Blessings, stories

In the hollow echo of the hospital’s corridors, I stood alone, my shadow merely a smear against the stark white walls. The usual rhythm of life had faltered; the heartbeat of my world drowned in a silence more deafening than chaos, filling the sterile halls with a brutal punctuation. Facing this terrifying void, I found…

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