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I stopped listening…

to the noise above.

I went lower than the echo,

past the reach of borrowed light.

Every voice began to fade

when I stepped out of their sight.

I learned the sound of breathing

when no one answers back.

The world grows thin down here,

but nothing ever cracks.

They call this place the bottom,

but I finally feel aligned.

No reflection, no direction,

just the pressure of my mind.

I don’t ask to be remembered,

I don’t need to be seen.

Everything that mattered

was quieter than me.

I didn’t disappear…

I descended.

Below the signal,

there is no interference.

Only truth.

Still breathing…

still intact.