Prologue
Letters from the Other Side
Somewhere between silence and memory, a door creaks open.
It does not stand on hinges, nor does it belong to any house, temple, or cathedral. It lives in the quiet between heartbeats, in the moment before a tear breaks loose. It waits for those who have forgotten what they once knew when they were still small enough to believe in invisible friends and brave enough to speak to shadows.
We are told that life is real because it leaves bruises. But no one ever taught us how deep dreams cut, or how grief can echo across lifetimes. No one ever warns you that love might speak in riddles, or that some truths arrive wearing the faces of your fears.
This book is not a book. It is a collection of confessions whispered by souls who could not sleep until they were heard.
Each story is a letter.
Each letter, a key.
And every key opens a different lock—some on doors, some on hearts, and some on the cage around your mind.
If you are holding this now, it means something in you has already started to remember.
Perhaps the boy who dreamed.
Or the wind that carries forgotten names.
Or the weight of words that were never spoken aloud.
Turn the page.
But do so gently.
The other side is listening.