whispering through the corridors, where shadows dance in an eternal ballet, i must share an unconfessed tale that echoes through these walls. once, i witnessed inhabitants of this home give the cold shoulder to the basic criterion of kindness, an act not pre-explanatory in nature but learned through the passage of time. now, as i drift, unseen yet ever-present, i urge those who listen to not repeat such mistakes but to start over from the beginning, embracing every soul with warmth, transforming erstwhile cold spaces into realms of welcoming light.