We built a room behind the ribs. Not sacred. Not safe. Just ours. A bolt. A brace. A quiet that holds. Outside keeps knocking with demands. Outside calls it participation. We answer with function, then close the gate. No refuge. No cure. Just a wall that doesn’t move. Maintain the seal. Keep the latch. Noise hits stone. Hold position. They pound the doors with “be more”. They set fire to minutes. They send noise through cracks and call it help. We don’t pray. We reinforce. We count the hits, and keep breathing. No refuge. No cure. Just a wall that doesn’t move. Maintain the seal. Keep the latch. Let the noise hit stone. Hold position. Breach drills. Bright smiles. They want the lock to fail. It doesn’t. Not today. Maintain the seal. Keep the latch. Let the world hit stone. Hold position.
