“Chapter II: Cloak of Dusk”

When the fire grew too bright for the flock, he vanished into the dark. Not in fear - but in faith. The dusk became his cloak. He walked roads unlit, where the noise of the world could no longer reach him.

Each step stripped away what was false - the masks of comfort, the voices of conformity, the illusion that light must always be loud. In that half-light between day and night, he learned to see without sight. He learned that clarity does not come from what shines, but from what survives when all else dims.

The man who once sought approval now sought silence. And in that silence, he began to hear himself again. He was not lost - he was being refined.

• X (XtheDemonSlayer)