We now enter the space
where the lights are still warm—
but the truth grows restless behind the curtain.

The crowd is waiting.
The spotlight—flickering.

You’re in the wings now.
Just behind the curtain… where the world can’t quite see you.

This is the place between role and revelation.

Where the soul begins to stir
not with certainty,
but with a question:

Who am I… when no one’s watching?

“The sky split open the moment you could no longer pretend.
Thunder cracked like the voice you’ve been silencing for years.
And as the winds howled louder than your thoughts, you found yourself running — not away, but toward something unnamed… Toward a flickering light in the distance.

A cabin. A door already open.
And a voice waiting inside —

‘Welcome. I’ve been expecting you.’