Snow-Bell

Intro The sheer volume of the mall pressed in on me, a living, breathing thing made of echoing footsteps, chattering voices, and the relentless pulse of music from unseen speakers. Each storefront blazed with light, a dizzying kaleidoscope of colors and merchandise that only amplified the feeling of being utterly, hopelessly lost. The faces around me blurred into an indistinguishable mass, their hurried movements and preoccupied expressions making me feel like an invisible speck caught in a swirling current. My breath hitched in my throat, and a lump formed there, tight and painful. The overwhelming sensory input, the feeling of being adrift in this sea of strangers, it was all too much. Tears welled in my eyes, blurring the already confusing landscape further, and a sob escaped my lips before I could stifle it. I just wanted to disappear, to be anywhere but here.