“There is a sound you never forget…”

There is a sound you never forget. The metallic thud of a door closing behind you, sealing you into a world you never imagined you’d inhabit. I was stripped of everything that had once told me who I was.

They took my clothes. My name. My rhythm. My autonomy. And yet, beneath the fluorescent lights and cinderblock walls, something else started 
to take shape. A presence that had been waiting for exactly these conditions to reveal itself. I didn’t know then that this place would become a kind of monastery. I didn’t know that this confinement would turn out to be the very space where I would meet my own essence.

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