Creative Prose | Debapratim Paul
i want to dream a silent dream, one where time stands still and the soul finally sheds its weight. this place is unfamiliar, a realm few have truly visited—some have drifted into its depths, others have been pushed without warning.
i feel drawn to step into this dark, veiled space, enticed by the comfort of its shadows. it's gentler than hell's fierce flames, a quiet burn, a soft ache that doesn't overwhelm.
there's no color here, only shades of black—a darkness that only the dreamers' eyes can penetrate, eyes that seek nothing yet see everything in the emptiness. this deluge of void is both my drowning and my breath, a space where survival feels possible, even natural.
and if i never return, understand that i was never meant to. some dreams are not escapes but destinations, places that call to us softly, where silence becomes song and darkness speaks directly to the soul.