There are places in this world that do not exist until you need them. Not places made of maps and roads—but of meaning, timing, and the quiet cracks in your heart. They are not built with bricks, but with questions. Some say they appear when the soul is heaviest; others believe they've always been there, waiting for a knock.

This story is not just about a building, nor about the man who entered it. It is about you. About the thoughts you don't share, the laughter you fake, and the endings you never speak aloud. It is about what lies between silence and surrender, between memory and madness, between the last step and the first word.

But before you begin, ask yourself this:

If a place knew everything you feared, would it still open its doors to you?

Go on—turn the page. But do so gently. Some walls remember.