I feel like I don't have much time left. I don't mean it in the way people usually think. Nothing hurts, and I don't feel like anything is wrong enough to point at. It's just... a feeling. Like realizing the path was narrowing only when it finally reached a dead end. Or... maybe I knew the path was narrowing a long time ago? Maybe I just didn't want to admit that walking was getting harder and harder...

If this really is the end, I don't want to spend my time pretending everything is okay. I've done that for far too long. I want to remember. I want to look back and know what changed, how I changed, or how I failed to change. I keep wondering if there was a moment I could have acted differently. Could I have said something? Could I have left that place? Or stayed somewhere else? I don't know if life really depends on a single choice, but I feel like I have to believe that. Otherwise, all of this feels too... Too quiet, and too inevitable. The silence feels forced, weighed down by my thoughts. There are no echoes worth noting. Because there is nothing I can perceive... because echoes don't exist. They never have. They're just an illusion of the senses. Even so... am I truly alone? I spent most of my life looking outward. Watching, helping, guiding others through places I knew inside out. I thought that was enough. I thought if I was useful, kind, and stayed in my place, everything would work out. But now... I'm not so sure. So, I'm going to do this instead. I'm going to try to remember my life from the beginning. Even if I don't know what that word 'life' means to me anymore. Even the parts that don't make sense now. Especially those parts. If something went wrong, it must have started early on. And if I can understand that... maybe I won't feel so lost at the end. But I still wonder what would have happened if I had made any other choice.

Fun Fact 2: The Gatekeeper will be confused if you call him 'Gatekeeper'.