Walking Back Into My Own Life — One Loud Step at a Time   There are days when life feels like it’s running without you, a full on sprint, and you’re just left in the dust of your own shadow. Like you’re watching your own existence through a fogged-up window, knowing you’re in there somewhere, but not sure how to get back to the version of you that feels alive. I’ve been in that space for a minute. Longer than I wanted to admit. Not broken, not spiraling, not defeated, just gone in a way that’s hard to describe. Like the

ENTRY #001: TRANSMISSION FROM THE REALM [Realm Time 01:43 – Friday Night, lights low, the machine humming] “A log from the Architect of Chaos, when the world quiets and the fire reignites.” I’m writing this with the room quiet, streets faint outside the window, Command Center glowing like a cockpit. I can hear the fan in the laptop, that soft mechanical breath, like the machine’s reminding me it’s still here even when I am not. Two weeks thrown off rhythm will mess with your head. You start to feel like a ghost who used to live inside the body that