Sometimes I imagine that the otherworld is not a scary place, but simply another dimension, where everything is a little quieter and gentler 🤔 There is no time there, only a feeling — as if someone is nearby, watching, but not frightening. The air there is thick, almost tangible, and it seems that if you reach out your hand, you will touch something alive, something invisible. For some reason, this thought does not frighten me, but calms me, as if there is warmth somewhere beyond the edge 🌫️