End Transmission

Shapes blur. Edges soften. A once familiar location dissolves into something less defined, almost as if reality itself is being tuned out. This image sits in the space between memory and thought, where the mind begins to release what no longer belongs.

It speaks to the moment we decide to end the noise. The voices that criticise, patterns that confine, the people who take more than they give. It is the point of turning inward and realising we do not have to carry everything we were handed. Not every transmission needs to be received. Some signals are better left behind.

The blur here is intentional. A visual release. Letting distortion fall away so something clearer can emerge. It is not about control, but surrender. Watching the old stories fade and choosing not to hold them anymore.

This is the quiet before clarity. The space where we make room for something better. Freedom does not always arrive with celebration. Sometimes it begins in the silence that follows disconnection. And in that stillness, a new version of us is waiting to take shape.