In shadows deep where worries hide,
An uneasy feeling begins to glide.
A shifting weight upon the chest,
The room feels tight, the air too thin,
As doubts and fears creep within.
Each breath is shallow, cold and gray,
A silent storm that won’t away.
The mind spins webs of tangled thread,
A maze of whispers left unsaid.
The heart beats fast, a steady drum,
Echoes of troubles yet to come.
In the discomfort, truth is found,
In breaking free from what is bound.
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Beginning of the Fall
Chapter 7: The Beginning of the Fall The higher you go, the harder you fall. The fall never begins with a crash. It begins with a wobble — a subtle, almost imperceptible shift in the internal atmosphere. A moment where the altitude that once felt like freedom suddenly feels unstable. The air thins just a little too much. The light sharpens just a little too far. The speed becomes just a little too fast to sustain.
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