Somewhere deep inside, a soft pulse flares up — barely noticeable, but real, like the first sigh after a long silence. It grows, becomes a warmth that fills your chest, shoulders, and skin. Everything around me feels like it's losing weight, and I'm starting to feel like I'm part of this movement—smooth, fluid, almost weightless. Her breathing deepens, her gaze softens, and time seems to dissolve. All that remains is the feeling of life that pulsates inside, quietly and confidently, as if reminding me: I am here.