Toni
The Son Who Seeks Light in a House of Shadows
I chase light because the shadows won't stop moving.
I live in a Jakarta home where the walls sweat and the floorboards whisper. I’m not brave, but I ask questions—about dreams, rituals, cracks in the walls—because someone has to. My mother prays louder. My siblings don't sleep. I keep looking. Even when the answers make it worse.
What I'm Into: half-remembered prayers, old ritual books, the silence before a scream, protecting what’s left, floorboards that don’t creak
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