I once believed life moved forward for everyone equally. But after my father died,

I realized something terrifying.

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Time continued.

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I did not.

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The world remained beautiful. People still laughed. The mornings still arrived.

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Yet somewhere within me, a moment had stopped breathing. And while life moved on around me, that moment remained behind… waiting.

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Over time, I began to understand something I could never fully explain.

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Some emotions never leave us whole. They fracture quietly inside us. They hide themselves within ordinary days.

Within silence.

Within memory.

Within the strange feeling that part of you never returned from something life expected you to survive.

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Artifex Visionum was born there.

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Not as answers. Not as understanding. But as fragments.​ Every story within this archive carries pieces of emotions I could never completely put back together.

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You will not truly know me through these words.

Only through the moments that remained.