
Welcome
You have arrived.
Take off your shoes.
The ground knows you.
You do not need to speak.
The silence here remembers your voice.
This is not a gallery. Not a shop.
Not a space to scroll through.
This is the room you dreamed before you had a name.
Let the colors hold you.
Let the light speak first.
Everything here was made in a hush,
stitched in prayer,
carried on the back of memory.
And still—nothing is asked of you.
Only this: Let yourself be received.
XO Mitra Solara