A Gate Stands Quietly

at the edge of the ordinary and the sacred.

You may not have seen it before

but it’s been there, waiting.

A thread between the life you know

and the one that whispers in a dream.

In this world, light bends differently.

Walls hold memory. Silence sings.

Comfort is a sacred rite.

Each space is a haunting

not of ghosts or fear,

but of longings finally given form.

This is The House of Levity —

Where what is…becomes what could be.