I stand beneath a sky that refuses to name me. It has no memory of my past victories or failures, no regard for the roles I once clung to as if they were proof of existence. And in that indifference, I discover something I never expected—freedom.

Behind me, the old road still lingers, paved with stones I once mistook for destiny. Some glimmer faintly with the tears of ambition abandoned, others are slick with regret. Yet even as these memories weigh on me, they no longer define me. I do not carry them as shame, only as faint imprints of a life that is gone.

To walk away is not escape—it is release.