The Origin Wound

A single glance. A kiss in a hidden garden. And a boy who never lets go.
He grows, admired for his quiet grace—yet deep within, something remains sealed.
Unspoken. Untouched.
What begins as reverence becomes restraint. And the ache he once cherished becomes the house he cannot escape.

A haunting parable of memory, identity, and the wound we shape ourselves around.