LIMINALITY.
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Neither here, nor there.
Liminal spaces are the transitory places we often pass through, including stairwells, doorways, school hallways at night, empty malls. Yet, unlike normal spaces, they invoke a strong sense of emotion within oneself. They exist on the edge of familiarity and dreams, evoking feelings of nostalgia, unease, and stillness.
The word liminal comes from the Latin limen, meaning "threshold." These spaces are thresholds, not quite one place or another, but somewhere in between. They often appear empty or abandoned, yet strangely familiar, as if you've seen them in a dream or memory.
Many pass through, but only few truly see it..
Surreality. Fear. Unease.
Liminality isn't always obvious, it is a feeling that creeps in quietly. It is the echo of forgotten places, the eerie stillness of a memory you can't quite place. It stirs something deep: old forgotten dreams, distant childhood moments, emotions without names. Not everyone notices it. But once you do, it stays with you.
Liminal spaces feel off because they are in-between places. They aren't meant to be destinations — just paths. But when they're empty or frozen in time, your brain doesn't know how to process them. That's where the unease, nostalgia, and surreal feeling comes from.
Think about it...
Imagine standing in your childhood nursery. You remember it all: the laughter, the chaos, the voices of children and teachers echoing through the air. It was alive, bursting with noise and movement. Now, imagine walking back in — years later. The classroom is abandoned, dark, silent. Frozen in time. The things are still there, but the souls are gone. The voices are gone. Everything has moved on — the sounds, the people, the energy. What's left is a shell. Familiar, but hollow.
That quiet unease you feel? That's liminality.
Liminal Comfort...?
Not everyone fears liminal spaces. For some, these quiet, in-between places are a form of sanctuary. They find comfort in the stillness, in the soft hum of fluorescent lights, in the untouched dust of an empty hallway, in the silence of a room long forgotten. These spaces do not demand, they do not rush. They simply exist.
Here, time doesn't push you forward. Expectations fade. You are no one and nowhere here. For those who find the world too loud, too sharp, too real...liminal places offer a pause. A breath between chapters. A place to disappear, gently.
It's not about being lost. It's about being free, in the briefest of moments, from everything else.
They remember you. Even though you've never been here.
It's not the emptiness that hurts — it's the feeling that something used to be here.
It feels like coming home to a place that never existed.
It's always 10:35 here. Always.
DREAM FRAGMENTS
The shouts and laughters of happy children has dissolved, only to be replaced by the echoes of lost memories.
Abandoned, empty spaces hold more memories and emotion than most people ever could.
The silence is louder than the voices beyond the walls.
Reality gets thin around edges of dreams like this...
You've been here before. But this place has never existed...
Existence of Other Entities?
What exactly is the fear we feel in liminal spaces? It isn't the fear of some visible entity. Rather, it's deeper, more primal. These places were once alive, buzzing with footsteps, echoes of laughter, the warmth of presence. Now they stand still, stripped of context, abandoned by time.
It is not what we see that unnerves us, but what we expect to see and don't. Our minds fill the silence with whispers, with figures that don't exist (or shouldn't). The fear is born from the unnatural emptiness, the wrongness of familiarity turned hollow. These spaces aren't haunted by beings...they're haunted by absence. The true 'fear' we feel is not of any unnatural entity. Rather, it is the idea, of liminality itself...
Liminal Existence.
What if...life in itself is liminal? What if the universe is liminal? What if everything, we see and percieve, is nothing but a transitory reality, bridging the gaps between something much greater, much more enigmatic?
Life is, after all, a bridge between birth and death. A momentary journey between two unknowns. What came before? And what is going to come after? Alas, we'll never know. For now, we're the ones who are suspended in the space between...
The End Is Just Another Beginning.
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