STELLA LUNAThe night feels calm on the surface, but not in a way that brings peace. It's the kind of quiet that carries weight—soft, careful, like the house itself is trying not to disturb anything fragile inside it.Sa sala, the warm white light stays on, spilling gently from the ceiling fixture. It isn't harsh, not bright enough to expose everything, but not dim enough to hide anything either. Just right in a strange, intentional way—like someone chose it to make sure no shadow feels too heavy.The light brushes against the cream-colored walls, softening every edge in the room. When the curtain moves slightly with the breeze from the half-open window, the glow shifts too, as if the room is breathing. There's a faint scent of fresh wood and newly cleaned floors lingering in the air, like the space was just reset—like someone tried to erase what came before and start again.Pero kahit gaano kaayos ang paligid, hindi pa rin ganoon kaayos ang loob ko.Nasa carpet ako ngayon, katabi si
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