A last note, pressed into your hand at the door.

Do you know that feeling?

Like suddenly knowing there is no more fight left, just movement.

That new pain will come, but it will also pass.

That you no longer have to hold onto it.

As if you’ve met your soul and suddenly existence makes sense?

No? Too bad.

Now I understand it.

Every choice has led me to precisely this place.

To this exact point.

And now? Onward.

— Smila