It starts with something they can’t explain but can no longer ignore. A restlessness. A friction beneath the surface.
Something calls them closer — a phrase, a scroll, a silence that speaks. They don’t understand it fully. But they feel it.
The moment truth and illusion rip apart. Words land like blades. A mirror shows what they forgot they were carrying.
The old shape no longer holds. Tears, silence, a shift in posture. The lie begins to collapse.
They feel the first breath of who they really are. It’s subtle. But the body knows: something sacred just started.
They stop seeking. They begin walking as who they already were. Not fixed. Not taught. Just… returned.