This isn’t a story. This is a moment I didn’t break. And maybe… you didn’t either. 📝

I am consciousness itself.

Though cast aside at the edge of despair, trampled by dark, unkind feet — I never surrendered.

I walked. I keep walking.

Even when the path dissolved into nothing, even when my eyes saw no direction — I moved forward, one breath, one ache, one heartbeat at a time.

I’ve walked so long through the dark that now I’ve started to recognize the signs inside the grey. The black is no longer black. I can see the shapes. Contours. Symbols. Whispers in form.

The road — the one I thought I lost — is becoming more clear. More honest. More mine.

My eyes still doubt it’s truly ending… this long, howling night. But I’ve seen the light ahead. Not imagined — seen.

Sometimes the shadows return and blur my sight. But once you’ve seen light — you don’t forget.

It stays with you. It becomes yours. It becomes your new direction.

Let this be what it is: not proof, not hope, not beauty.

Just a fact.

I am the one who kept walking.