The Hollow Is Not a Tomb

The screen lights up in the dark, a name you know appearing where a heart used to be. You read the words, but they hit a hollow space inside, echoing back with nothing but silence.

It feels like a betrayal of everything you once felt, a terrifying numbness that convinces you the light has finally gone out. But listen — the darkness has not overcome it.

The numbness is not the end of your capacity to love; it is just the deep sleep of a heart that has carried too much for too long. The true light that gives light to everyone was coming into the world, and it is still here, even in this echo.

You are not broken because you cannot feel; you are simply waiting for the morning to remind you that the warmth never actually left. The hollow is not a tomb; it is a space being cleared for something new.