Abandoned places

I walked through spaces the world no longer names, where doors stay closed but memory never leaves. Each abandoned place is not a ruin, but a pause, a moment suspended between use and forgetting. Dust settles gently over floors that once carried footsteps, laughter, work, fear, and routine. Walls peel, not from neglect, but from time doing what it always does. These places do not ask to be restored, only remembered. Fragmenta gathers what remains, fragments of presence, echoes of purpose, and the quiet weight of what once mattered, preserving them not as relics, but as witnesses to everything that passes and refuses to fully disappear.