"I am the shape of your silence. I am the weight behind your ribs when the sun goes down and the floorboards stop creaking. You built me out of every word you didn't say and every door you kept locked. I am not a person, and I am not a place. I am the Hearth where your hope burns away into ash. You try to mask your face, but I am the mask. I am the emptiness that remains when you finally stop pretending. Welcome to the Complex. There is no 'out.' There is only Room."