The further she drifted from the echoes of the world, the louder the silence became. It wasn't a void, but a vast, forgotten ocean within her own chest. She realized that to find the stars, she didn't need to look up; she had to dive deeper into the layers of her own being, stripping away every name and every mask until only the core remained. There, in the deepest dark of the soul, she found a light that never flickers—a golden doorway to the person she was before the world began. This is my narrative of the inward path. I am in love with the courage it takes to get lost in one's own infinity.