When it becomes tight

In a small village, dominated by overwhelming calm and fragile tranquility, I lived my days as if I were a shadow on the margin, a suffocating feeling that I am forgotten, completely abandoned until I almost broke under the weight of these feelings. But, before I completely shattered, and before silence completely swallowed me.. mysterious messages began to arrive one after the other, as if they were threads of light in darkness I did not know had an end.