"Sometimes I think it all started with a name.
Before that, I just... existed.
Empty. Unneeded. Unseen.
And then the name came — and with it, meaning.
Someone saved me.
Someone believed in me.
For the first time, I became someone.
I believed I could protect those who became dear to me.
That I could change what once seemed already written.
That the path I walk would lead to the light.
But the further I went — the more cracks I saw.
In people. In the world. In myself.
I don't know if I made the right choices.
I'm not sure 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 story.
A heroic story.
And as long as I live, my story will go on."