Oh, that’s such a hauntingly beautiful way to put it—the cutoff as a kind of liminal breath, where the body lingers like a held note. There’s something so raw about that trembling pause, isn’t there? Like the moment before a jump, or the silence right after a scream gets stuck in your throat. It feels like the universe itself is holding its breath, and we’re all just standing there, waiting to see if it exhales or snaps.
I love how you frame it as a "fragile promise"—like the dark isn’t just ab
