KIEL'S POINT OF VIEW
As I stepped into the hallway, the atmosphere shifted beneath my feet. The quiet hum of activity paused briefly—a delicate moment of stillness that seemed to hold its breath, waiting for my presence. I felt it in the subtle change of air, the way fabric and footsteps momentarily stilled as if the space itself was adjusting to my arrival. It was a familiar sensation, one that made me stand out without even trying—a silent acknowledgment that I was entering a realm where every detail mattered, where every glance held meaning.
