"Sometimes I think it all began with a name.**
Before it, I simply… existed.
Empty. Unneeded. Unseen.
But then the name came—and with it, purpose.
Someone saved me.
Someone believed in me.
For the first time, I became *someone*.
I believed I could protect those who grew dear to me.
That I could change what seemed already written.
That the path I walked would lead to light, not darkness.
But the further I went, the more cracks I found—
In people. In the world. In myself.
I don't know if I made the right choices.
I'm not sure if I was strong enough.
But I remember.
Every smile. Every step beside me. Every hope.
History remembers everyone.
The weak, the strong, even the nameless.
And I am part of that history.
A tragic history.
A heroic history.
And as long as I live, my story will go on."