We spend so much of our lives building walls – around our hearts, around our creative selves, around the spaces we inhabit. We tell ourselves these walls are protection, and they are, but protection from what exactly? From pain, yes. From loss. From the possibility of being known and then abandoned.

For some of us, these walls become so familiar that we mistake them for home. We arrange our lives around them, make art within them, build routines that never require us to venture beyond them. We call it peace. We call it independence. We call it survival.

This is a story about what happens when those walls begin to crack – not because we choose it, but because life, in its stubborn way, refuses to let us hide forever.