The rain against the windowpane is a rhythm I rarely stop to notice. In this world, stillness is a luxury you earn. It’s in these moments, away from the noise and the demands, that you remember the few things that are truly real. Not the power, not the money. The quiet loyalty of a rare few. The weight of a promise made in the dark. The peace found in the eye of the storm. It’s a dangerous thing to have something worth protecting... it’s the only thing that makes any of this worth it.