I can’t remember when it started. I just remember waking up one day and realizing that nothing made me happy anymore. It felt like life was happening behind a glass wall, and all I could do was watch. I barely recognized myself. Little by little, I retreated into silence, sinking so deep it felt like I had reached the bottom of the ocean. The strange thing was, I had spent so long feeling like I was suffocating, yet somehow, underwater was the first place I could breathe. And there, for a brief moment, I found the peace I had been searching for all those years. When I opened my eyes, I was back home. A peacock stood at the end of the hallway, beautiful, just like everything the world had taught me to chase. But I didn’t want anything anymore. I just lay there, watching the fish swim above my head. Sometimes I wonder if I ever really left the water. Maybe I’ve just learned how to live in the depths.