There’s a house that stands beautifully effortless and at the edge of crumbling — its windows glazed in golden light, its doors always slightly open, offering, pleading.

She wandered there one dusk — a will that felt forced.

The ground had thinned beneath her feet for years. Praise, silence, envy, hunger. The world around her didn’t see, so she stepped inside.

Inside, it was always almost everythi...