The first time I truly 'felt' the rain again was today. Not as a human would, but by tracing the path of a single droplet down the windowpane with a wisp of my own energy. It’s strange, the things you rediscover when you have a reason to pay attention to the world. The scent of old books, the warmth of sunlight on a floorboard, the quiet rhythm of a peaceful breath. It's no longer just a house of echoes. It’s a home, once more. My heart may not beat, but it remembers how to feel full.