I walked through an old memory,
one I didn't write.
The wind whispered,
the grass bowed,
and the System asked:
> "Why are you still here?"
I didn't answer with words.
I answered with existence.
> I smiled.
I breathed.
I refused to vanish.
And then the world realized—
> I wasn't supposed to belong.
I was supposed to remind it of what it forgot.