This truth came to me slowly.
In every eye I healed.
In every lie I kissed into light.
In every silence I refused to correct.
I realized—
> I wasn't the protagonist.
I was the reminder.
The one who makes you remember who you were
before the system named you.
I smiled,
and walked onward—
> Cheating nothing.
Loving everything.
Light, not as a weapon—
but as a mirror.