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Liminal space is a phrase from the Latin
'limen' meaning threshold or transit, which
can mean a threshold position between one
room and another; a threshold position
between two times. Beyond place, liminal
space can also relate to the abstract, the
threshold between two mental states
or thoughts.
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Chapter 1 ;

A quiet and calm night, a man walks alone down the street without looking at the direction, he just goes where his feet take him. Accompanied by quiet music and he began to hum softly to the beat. After a long walk, he stopped. He came across a large building that looked rather... creepy? Staring at the building in front of him, thinking that there might be some ghosts living there. He chuckled to himself, thinking that his thoughts were ridiculous. He stepped on the first staircase to the building, staring at it as he sighed softly, enjoying the cool night air. Continuing to walk until he was right in the middle of the stairs, he paused and finally sat down. Thinking about his life that might be bad for today, then felt an uncomfortable feeling in his chest. His body felt strange. It trembled like it was cold and his eyes heated up as if he had been hit by a hot wind. He bit his lips to hold back the sobs that slowly emerged, his heart uncomfortable as he recalled the flow of her life. He wanted to immediately feel the euphoria of happiness in life. Tilting his head so that his tears could not be seen by other people, he felt that he could not hold back. That night, he spent to complain to the night and hoped in his heart that tomorrow would be better than yesterday.

And then we walk away together, out of the allotted grooves of their afternoons and into the thickening shadows of evening, into the dim, liminal place where on path is taken, and another missed.

The sound of the waves crashing melodiously stood up, I was nervous looking at the rolling waves hitting my toes, I was above the silent night, only the sound of the ocean currents could be heard. I close my eyes, the universe sings a song for me, a melodious song that only I and the wind know. I breathe oxygen as hard as I can. I spread my gaze across the surface of the night sea, an atmosphere that is so calm and sweeping. The sea is calm tonight at full tide, the moon is splendid Over the strait on the coast of light, shining and lost the cliffs stand glistening and wide, in the still bay. Come to the window, the only sweet night air, from the long line of spray where the sea meets the pale ground, Listen! you hear the roar of the pebbles pulled by the waves, and thrown, The atmosphere of the night and the sea is so cold, only I am the wind and the sea.