When I started writing this story, I wasn't trying to create an adventure;
I was trying to create a confrontation.
I tried to capture the feelings that echo in the quiet moments of our lives —
the words we never said, the hugs we postponed, the things we left unsaid.
The Elevator isn't a journey outward.
It's a journey inward.
A quiet courage to face the memories, regrets, and fragile hopes locked behind closed doors.
Maybe this story was born from the yearning to find the things we once lost.
Maybe it was written with the hope that it's not too late to reach the places we thought we'd missed.
Soon, the elevator doors will open.
And maybe, the stories we've hidden inside us will find their way out too.