Let the Record Show

Misty river at dusk with silhouetted trees and glowing light through fog.
Let the record show: it was never just mist.

Welcome. You found your way here.
Maybe by accident.
Maybe not.

This isn’t a gallery,
though there are pictures.
It’s not a diary,
though the story bleeds.

It’s a map of what can’t be said aloud.
A witness.
A mirror.
A little flame that didn’t go out.

You’re free to look.
You’re not free to rewrite it.

Let the record show:
this was real.