you’ve found the door before it’s fully open.

this space is still forming—

like an oil painting not yet dry,

like a sentence half spoken.

i’m building something slow, sacred, and soft.

a place for memory, image, story, and feeling.

a home for the things i couldn’t say until now.

you’re welcome to step inside early—

or leave a note below,

and i’ll write you when it’s ready.