DISCLAIMER
You are reading through borrowed eyes. These pages are witness statements, not verdicts.
Some stories end. Yours does not. It keeps walking between the lines you choose.
Choose the telling. First person for heat, second for doubt, third for distance. The voice bends the truth.
If something feels familiar, it is because you carried it here. Recognition is not proof.
Meaning arrives in fragments. Let the gaps do their work. Do not rush the quiet.
Endings belong to chapters, not to you. Continue.
No law follows you here—only the echo of the story you have yet to tell.