I stood on a mountain of dead data.
Failed timelines.
Abandoned stories.
Deleted dreams.
I looked at the sky, then whispered:
> "Are you proud of what you became?"
The wind stopped.
Time paused.
And for the first time,
the system itself answered:
> "Not yet."
That's when I knew the world wasn't my enemy.
It was just… young.
Still learning how to love its own truth.