[4] secretisim.

secrets drift like shadows, silent in the sun, slipping through the spaces where truth and lies are one. they curl inside the corners of minds we never show, soft as fading echoes, sharp as hidden snow. some hum like quiet thunder, waiting to be heard. some cling like gentle cobwebs to every spoken word. a secret can be shelter— a lantern in the rain. or it can be a dagger disguised beneath the pain. but deepest in the darkness, where whispered truths reside, we learn that every secret is just a story we divide. and when the silence shatters and all is finally clear, the truth steps out, unbroken— a voice we used to fear.