Narthesis

Narthesis is not a place but a passage that opens when no one is watching. A nameless rite, hidden at the core, where the world falls silent and the gaze turns inward. No prayer begins there, only silence—at the edge of one’s own abyss. One does not see who one wishes to be, but who one is when everything else falls away. Narthesis is not an answer but an echo sinking into the heart like a stone into deep water.