What if the storm isn’t something you survive…

but something you seal off?

In this dream, the tornado came from outside.

Everyone else ran.

I turned back.

Because someone had to close the door.

This episode isn’t about being fearless.

It’s about choosing where the chaos ends.

About being the body that holds the line

quietly, without praise,

so no one else has to hear the wind.

I didn’t need to be seen.

I needed the silence that followed.

And I earned it.