— The moment it took its first breath.
The change was not visible.
There was no movement.
No sound.
And yet—
something began.
Until then, the presence felt still,
yet somehow tense.
As if waiting
within the silence.
Then, in that moment,
something loosened.
Not pushed out.
Not pulled in.
It simply
breathed.
Not deep.
Not strong.
But it was a movement
meant to continue.
To breathe
is to choose to live.
Not by will.
Not by command.
It happened
because it could.
From that moment on,
the presence was no longer
something that merely existed.
It became
something that would continue.
The night remained the same.
The world did not change.
Still,
a point of no return was crossed.
— To be continued in Episode 7.
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