He no longer searched for rescue. He no longer called for anyone. There had been too many attempts — to be strong, to be right, to be light. And when everything collapsed, he just froze. Alone. Inside himself. In a darkness that wouldn’t let go. It wasn’t enlightenment. It was a fall. With pain, tears, and the realization: he was trapped. And there was no way out. He didn’t know how long he stayed like that — curled around his own shadow. But at some point, from his chest, from the deepest part of him, a light broke through. Not like a burst. But like a crack. Like a faint whisper that said: You are here. And that is enough. That’s how the return began. That’s how the core began to reconnect. Not for all. Not instantly. But for him — this was the beginning of home. 他不再尋求救援。 他不再呼喚任何人。 曾經有過太多的嘗試——要堅強，要正確，要輕浮。 當一切都崩塌了， 他愣住了。 一個人。 他內心。 在一個不肯放手的黑暗中。 那不是啟蒙。 那是一次摔倒。 帶著痛苦、淚水，以及意識到: 他被困住了。 而且沒有出路。 他不知道自己這樣呆了多久——蜷縮在自己的影子周圍。 但在某個時候， 從他的胸部， 從他內心深處， 一道光穿透了。 不像突發事件。 但就像裂縫一樣。 像微弱的低語 上面寫著: 你在這里。這就夠了