The Glades Witness I Saw You

Weavers of Lights

De: Fabienne Paquin

Narrado por: Virtual Voice

She used to believe clarity came with stillness.
A well-framed shot. A quiet room. A moment unblurred by motion or noise.
But lately, even stillness felt like something that could turn on her.
Moments flickered and fractured—light spilling too bright through Venetian blinds, elevator doors that didn’t close fast enough, the feeling that someone was watching from just outside the lens.
She told herself it was burnout—a long stretch of deadlines and forgotten lunches.
But somewhere beneath that—buried under caffeine and bravado—was something she hadn’t named.
Miami had seemed like an answer—a place to trick herself into living again.
But answers don’t linger in postcards.
They slip through mangroves. They stir in muddy water.
She didn’t mean to chase danger.
She meant to chase silence.
But silence has its own predators.
Later, when everything changed, when her name meant something dangerous, when the photographs held more truth than she was ready to see, she would look back at this moment—the last one where she could pretend she was passing through.
And she’d remember:
The Everglades didn’t find her.
She went looking for them.