After drifting for days, I didn’t come back with clarity — I came back with weight. This isn’t a comeback story. It’s a quiet reset. One forgotten practice. One reluctant step. The Scroll didn’t wait for me to be ready. It just waited for me to move.

After building the system, a quiet truth settled in: creation is only the beginning. This is the moment after - the pause, the breath, the uneasy stillness. Not a new start, but a return to presence.