These tales emerged not as a plan, but as an unfolding-like petals around a forgotten center. I did not sit to write a book, only to listen. And what I heard was not always comfortable. Sometimes a whisper of doubt, sometimes a longing too vast for language. What they share is not a timeline, but a tone. A sensibility. A hush that follows moments of truth, often hidden in the mundane or mystical. If you have ever sat in a room and felt the presence of something unnamed; if you've watched the world from behind your thoughts; if you've sought meaning where others saw only pattern-then perhaps these stories are for you. I don't promise revelation. Only reflection. And maybe, an echo of something you forgot you remembered. -Fazal Abubakkar Esaf
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